Jack's out of town tonight, so I took the kids to Frankie and Roger's house. We took a stroll after dinner and ended up at the park. Tre was having a great time and then he stopped in his tracks and yelled out, "I HAVE TO PEE!" With no toilet around, I was unsure what to do and then I knew. I knew by looking at his face that he wasn't going to make it. So right then and there I pulled his pants down. I didn't get very far. The minute his "junk" was out, he peed. Yep... he didn't even wait for me to move my hand. All over my hand, all over his underwear, all over his shoes, and all over his pants. The problem is that he refused to wear his clothes after that. How were we to get home? He even refused to ride his bike. I already had William in the stroller, so I couldn't push a bike. I told him we were going to leave his bike if he didn't ride it and that did the trick. He got on the bike and could have cared less after that! His shirt even got a little wet, but thank God I convinced him to keep that on. THat would have been a site!
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