Okay, so Brykn has a bladder the size of a pea and let's just say that when he has to go, well, he has to go! We were in the Carter's store buying new pre-school clothes when he started doing the potty jig. There's just one problem...Carter's doesnt have a public restroom. (Seriously? A kids store? No Potty? All I can say is that a DAD must've come up with that stellar idea.) Anyway, I whispered to Brykn that he would have to wait until we got to the car, which was parked in BFE, and he could pee on the tire (I never said I should win Mother of the Year...).
Well, we made it to the car with Brykn dancing the entire way. I opened the door and told him to stand close to the car and go ahead and go. Then, I walked to the front door of the car and put our bags in. Suddenly, I felt something warm...and wet. Yup, you guessed it, pee. I shouted "Brykn, what are you doing? You just peed on me!" Finished, now, he asked, "I did?" I said, "YES and I didn't really want to walk around all day with pee on my foot (I was wearing flip flops)." And, he promptly replied, "Sorry. Hope your bad luck turns to good luck."
Part of me wanted to kill him! But, lucky for Brykn, the bigger part just had to simply laugh. Nothing like taking a four year old to put you in your place--wet foot and all.
