It was Tornado S’s first playdate. And really it was mine too. As I talk with the other moms at the Tornado E’s school at drop-off and pick-up, Tornado S has become friends with a little boy his age named G.
G’s Mom: G, we have to leave to take you to school.
G: Mommy! Can I stay and play with my best friend Torando S?
Who can say no to that? So they stayed a little longer, and G’s Mom and I decided on a playdate for yesterday.
The boys had fun. The moms had fun as we got to talk to an actual adult and she got to tell me all her excellent plans for her Halloween parties. Soon time passed, and we had to feed our boys and put them down for naps.
As I loaded up Tornado A and finished my conversation with the other mom, the boys ran around an olive tree. All of a sudden, G pulled down his pants and started peeing on the olive tree.
Me: Oh my.
G’s mom turned around, horrified.
Then I started laughing.
She started laughing.
Then G started shaking his hips, playing with the stream of urine. We only laughed harder. G finished and pulled up his pants.
Me: If that’s not a boy thing, I don’t know what is.
G’s mom: I blame it on my husband. He taught G he could be outside in hopes to make potty training more fun.
Me: Like I said. It’s a guy thing.
And then I proceeded to explain The Penis Rules and the direct violation of Penis Rule 3.