If it’s good enough for the bears?
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Our weekly swim session at camp started out normally enough today with a lot of splashing, filling up the watering can and other assorted two-year-old activities. (No, mommy does NOT enjoy having her feet watered. Yes, you can play with the rubber frog squirt toy.) But what began as a benign activity of some of the moms mistaking the frog’s water stream for a little boy taking a whiz turned into something worse. Reality.
As I was changing such little boy out of his swim diaper, I felt a pull and a tug and those dreaded words,
Mommy I have to go pee pee.
So I let him go pee pee outside. In the flowers. On the Temple lawn. Well, because that’s where camp is, and well, I didn’t have the foresight to run to the bathroom inside.
I’m going to hell.
The funny thing is, I totally thought that I had gotten away with the “sneaky pee.” I somehow thought that the butt naked boy with his back turned to the crowded lawn wouldn’t attract any unwelcome glares. But when we rejoined reality, I saw the teachers snicker and I knew it was over.
I let my kid pee on the Temple lawn.
Moms started exchanging stories. Tried to tell me they’d all been there before, rushing to find the nearest porcelain g-d. But none quite had defaced religious property. I’m not sure how toilet training could get much worse at this point.
I’m going to hell.
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