I have been telling Jason to write this one down for me but as of yet nada so here goes the adventure from what I heard late Wednesday when I arrived home...
Small boy and father walk into "Reserbear Birds", known to typical residents as Reservoir Woods, a small area of walking trails in the woods about a mile from our home. Small boy and father like to enjoy uncharted territory and find themselves deep in the woods when a different kind of nature strikes.
Small boy, "Dad, my poop is coming."
Father looking around the wooded terrain for a possible "landing" and turns to hear small boy say the two words no parent of an underwear toting child ever wants to hear, anywhere.
"It came."
Father in a slight stake of shock pausing, not sure what to do, hears the small voice again.
"My pee is coming too!"
Father turning to pull down the small boys drawers in an automatic reaction finds a load of stench and barely misses getting peed on. At this point what is there to do but remove the foulness?
Next scene.
Father and small boy parading out of the wilderness with a pair of loaded underwear in father's hand. Small boy wondering why he even needs underwear in the first place as this new found freedom is kind of fun.
2 comments:
Just have to say--I laughed out loud:) Thanks for being real.
That story is too funny!
I thought of you and your small boy last week at Disney World when I saw a wall of Cars figurines in a gift shop and tried DESPERATELY to remember which one you said you were missing... but nothing rang a bell :(.
BTW your small boy looks an awful lot like a small MAN in those science museum pictures. :)
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