It was after Sydney’s swim class at the Rec Center. We were showering off, in two different stalls.
Sydney said, “Guess what, Mom?”
“What?”
“I’m peeeee-inggggg!”
Silence from the locker room.
Great. I’m sure a million kids have peed in those showers, but only mine announces it to the entire locker room. I’ve either got to teach her to be less verbal, convince her to be more stealthy, or else do the right thing and teach her some pee-pee manners.
“Uh, Sydney, we don’t pee in the shower.” What, is she George Costanza or somebody?
“Well, it’s going down the drain.”
Yah. Okay. “We still don’t pee in the shower.”
She giggled.
I tried, folks!
