Last weekend Greg taught Brock how to pee outside. Last night as we were getting out of the car, Brock told me that he had to go pee. I told him to run to the house and I would meet him there. I grabbed the diaper bag and turned around to see that my sweet little son had dropped trow on the front porch as he proudly proclaimed, "Brock go pee-pee outside, mama!"
Sadly, I did not have my camera on me at that moment, but you can bet your sweet Aunt Fanny that I went back outside and took pictures of the aftermath:
I know that this will definitely not be the last time that something like this happens but I just hope that we can get through Brock's childhood without the police being called for public nudity.
1 comment:
Your father will say, that's his boy! He is so proud that Brock has learned to pee outside (not so sure about the pooping outside!) now, he will never flush the toilet at our house again. He has something to teach his sister.
Love,
Nana and Papa
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