It started with Criss Cross Applesauce in St. Louis. A.P. and his best friend Nathan, who hadn’t seen each other for 8 months, discovered that not only could they pee together, they could criss-cross streams.
Then a few weeks ago at church, Ethan (the “E” in TEAM-MEAT) and A.P. emerged from the just-cleaned bathroom together, very excited. “Guess what yellow and blue make? GREEN!”. Fantastic. Now he’s peeing with other people, but at least learning science.
Today we took it even further. A friend of A.P.’s came over after school to play. This friend is a girl, and they have known each other since they were one. They had lunch, I put Maybelle down for a nap, and Kennedy (names have been changed to protect the innocent) and A.P. went out to play on the new swing set. I was making a huge batch of pancakes to freeze for week-day breakfasts since they were a big hit earlier this week. I went inside to flip them over, and A.P. ran up to the door a minute later, very proud, and yelling that he had peed off of the top of the swing set. My first response was “Oh, gross!!” followed almost immediately by, “Where is Kennedy?!” A.P. said, “Oh, she’s naked” (Or maybe not so innocent?). I ran outside and the best I could gather was that she had tried to pee off of the swing, and missed, getting her pants all wet. I took her inside to get her outfitted in a pair of A.P.’s sweatpants.
Of course, her dad came to pick her up in the midst of all of this. I am fairly certain that my offer to have her come and play again will not be jumped on any time soon. If there is anyone out there whose child hasn’t peed with my son yet, let’s just get it over with. Come on over. It’s PeePaLooza 2008.