Matthew and I were playing superheroes the other
day. He pretends to be Captain America
and I’m Ironman and we defeat all the bad guys.
He just loves it and drives me crazy to play and never once wants to
take a break. I noticed he was hopping
up and down and holding his groin.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, I have to go, I have to go.”
“Then go.
What are you waiting for?”
“OK. I’ll be
right back.” And he started to unbutton
his pants as rushed into the bathroom.
From the bathroom I suddenly heard him exclaim, “Oh
maaaaan!” He dragged out the “man” with
a long sigh.
“What happened?” I called out.
He came out with his trousers and underwear down to his knees.
“I missed.”
His pants, underwear, and socks were all wet.
“Is it on the floor?”
He nodded.
“Get out from those clothes,” I said, and went to
see what happened in the bathroom. Good
heavens. He hadn’t gotten a single drop
in the bowl. Urine was everywhere, and
in no particular direction. It was as if
he had lost control of you-know-what and he sprayed piss everywhere. And he had a large bladder full. All I could envision was a garden hose that
was dropped, wiggling, and shooting water in all directions.
He came by while I was on my hands and knees
cleaning up. “I’m sorry dad,” he sighed.
I sighed. “That’s
ok.”
