He’s my dream child. It took us three years to get The Eldest to pee anywhere but in a bathroom. We’d be hiking and my husband would tell him just to go pee behind a tree–he’d look at us like we’d just told him to poke his own eyeballs out.
Oh my gosh I love it!!! he’s Soooo poetic and a naturalist at the same time. I have to chase my little one down to keep him from running out the front doore to “water the grass”.
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He’s my dream child. It took us three years to get The Eldest to pee anywhere but in a bathroom. We’d be hiking and my husband would tell him just to go pee behind a tree–he’d look at us like we’d just told him to poke his own eyeballs out.
He is both a poet AND a naturalist. You should be very proud!
LOL 🙂
Well, considering all the rhymes I just came up with, that one is pretty innocuous. 🙂
A little bit of both, I think!
Oh my gosh I love it!!! he’s Soooo poetic and a naturalist at the same time. I have to chase my little one down to keep him from running out the front doore to “water the grass”.
Who DOESN’T want to pee on a tree? 🙂
But, does he want to poop on the stoop? Is that how you even spell stoop? Yeah, okay, I’m done. He’s a poet, no question.
You must be SO proud! Congratulations!
I’m so addicted to blogging, I’m afraid if I twittered I would HAVE NO LIFE LEFT AT ALL!!
I’m scared…….
He’s totally a fan of Mad Men