Today I went to workout, my usual daily routine, but with one more kid, my nephew Kyle. I have the pleasure of keeping him a couple times a week while his mom sleeps from working the night shift the night before. Well, all went well and I finished my workout and it was time to load the kids up and go home. I started to strap Aubrey in the carseat and I smelled a poopy diaper, so I had to change her in the car in the parking lot. Kyle and Alyssa played on a little patch of grass right by the car while I changed her. About a few seconds into it, I heard Kyle say, "I gotta pee." I said ok let me finish changing Aubrey and we will all go back inside and go. Well, a few seconds after that I hear Alyssa say, "Mom!!! Look at Kyle. He is peeing outside!" I turned around and the little guy had his pants pulled down around his ankles and he was peeing in a very wide open parking lot of the workout shopping center. Oh my gosh! I didn't know what to do. I was holding onto Aubrey's feet wiping poo off of her bottom and I couldn't move! My first thoughts were Oh my gosh I am going to get a ticket! I started looking around for cops or other people that might have seen. Thank goodness, if anyone did, they didn't say anything.
It was too funny after the embarrassment wore off! I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go!
I would say a perk of having 2 girls is that they don't just pull down there pants and pee anywhere they please, but that just wouldn't be true. Last summer Grammy and Grandad would always teach the kids if they were swimming outside and needed to pee, just to jump out and go in the grass. Well, that is fine and dandy when you live in the country. But my sweet little lady brought that lesson home with her. We were grocery shopping at Wal Mart one day, and Alyssa was riding in the back of the cart. When I turned around to grab a can of mushroom soup, she had pulled her pants down and was in a squatting position and was peeing all over my groceries in the cart. It dripped all over the floor and I had to go find some poor man that worked there and tell him the story so he could go mop it all up. Thanks Grammy and Grandad! Fun times!