He did it again.
He peed in the grass.
But this time, instead of just peeing in the grass, he dropped trowel as usual, exposing not only his 'unit', but his red Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.
His perfect parabola of urine soaked my Home Security sign. So technically, he did not pee in the grass, he washed the sign with urine. Ugh. You'll be hearing that from me a lot....UGH. Sometimes it's all I can say. UGH. Or, help me GOD. They are said in the same breath of desperation. I promise you.
But today, rather than just peeing in the grass, or on the sign, he had to do it in the FRONT yard, while there were PEOPLE in our driveway, while there were CARS driving down our street in the middle of the dinner hour. And thankfully, one of the people in our driveway was a woman, a mother, who had the common decency to 'look away', whilst the other 'cool' dudes just laughed their rotten butts off.
But I had to ask the quintessentially dumb question, once again:
"JAKE! Why are you peeing in the grass?"
"Cuz that's what boys do, Mama."
And he pulled up his little man boxer briefs, and went on his merry way.
My day was going so smoothly today, for a tiny moment in time, I thought I would struggle with posting a blog today. Nope. Not in this house. Not with this spawn I am half responsible for creating.