This weekend we were at a party with about 50 people. We'd been there for about an hour or so, when I had to run to the bathroom. With all kiddos accounted for and playing in the backyard, I quickly ran in the house. The party was outside, so I asked a few people to keep an eye on a kid... or 2:) As soon as I got back I quickly did a head count - I must do that 30+ times a day:) Anyways I started.. 1,2,3... oh no Dane!!! Instantly I regretted saying anything out loud. Once I'd counted the other 3, and my eyes landed on the #4 - I instinctly cried out " Oh no Dane" - which immediately caught the attention of just about everyone at the party. Instantly I regretted saying anything, because now... every one's eyes were on my 3 year old... with his pants down around his ankles peeing off the patio onto the grass where all the kids were playing. By the time I reached him he was well into his pee, and there was no way of stopping the long held pee then. I tried to cover him with my body, but it didn't hide anything. At first I was horrified, but as I squatted there next to my smiling, peeing little guy, all I could do was join the rest of the party in laughing. Once I got his britches up, my husband was there to give me a big hug and quote my favorite line - "what can you do?:)"
This is definitely a story that I will be saving to share with a girlfriend some day. If only I had a picture to go with it:)