All morning long I’ve listened to yelps of protest followed by maniacal baby laughter as my progeny “loved” on his puppy. The dog is either too nice or too stupid to run away, so I thought I was helping earlier when I put the dog in his kennel for a bit while I picked up the house.
It was either him or the baby, and I didn’t think the baby would fit.
Fast forward to after lunch, and I’m wrangling a toddler into diaper-change position on the floor. I pull off the avocado-smeared outfit, slide off the diaper and…I forgot to get a clean one.
I hand the baby a toy to distract him, leap up and snatch a clean diaper out of the basket, and turn on my heel to discover my son has made it clear across the room and has pulled up, naked, on the dog kennel.
I pause for a fraction of a second to admire the cute bare bottom and in that same second realize that the lack of cloth on the bum means that the front is armed and dangerous. In slow motion, I reach out my hand, take one giant step forward, yell out my son’s name in a sing-song voice, as not to startle him…
And that, dear friends, is the story of how my son peed on my dog.
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