Friday, August 24, 2007

Bull’s Eye

It must be great to be a guy. You can pee outside,“write” your name on the wall, STAND. But you know what has to be even better? Being a little guy — ahem
— I mean a baby guy.

Cooper can unburden his bladder whenever the mood strikes, no need for a moment’s hesitation because there’s always something there to “catch the fall”.
His diaper. His blanket. His clothes. My clothes. The carpet. The wall. You name the target; he’s probably tagged it — bull’s eye. And, now, as of this AM, Coop has claimed yet another “accident” victim: His daycare teacher.

Chris called this afternoon after picking Coop up to tell me all about our son’s crowning achievement:

Chris “Um, yeah, so … our son peed on his teacher today.”
Me “Shut up. You’re kidding.”
Chris “Yeah, no. Apparently he got her good.”
Insert hysterical laughter from me.
Chris “She said he pretty much covered all the
territory. And I told her, ‘Yeah, I taught him that.’”
Me “Yep, that’s my boy … s.”

-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)

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