A Post about Urine

From Drop Box

Look at my Spencer-man at the dentist yesterday! He loved every second. He grinned through the entire check-up. NO CAVITIES!

But that's not what today is about. 

Today is about those red crocs he is wearing. 

You see, one of his brothers decided today to whizzle outside. Now, normally, I encourage toilets only, but on occasion I can see a reason to use the nearest tree... really, I do. 

But, um, I do not abide whizzling on your brother's shoe. 

On purpose. 

In anger, I lashed out a bit. I said, "Spencer, go put your shoe in the bathtub, we'll clean it off. HENRY! We do not go potty on people's shoes! It's not funny. It's not okay. Perhaps, I should clean off Spencer's shoe with your toothbrush! Would you like that?" I demanded. 

He meekly said he would not. He agreed to only use the facilities, or the tree. And all was forgiven. 

Then a while later, Spencer needed his shoes to go walk to the playground. I said, "Let's go get your shoe clean, Spence."

He shook me off. "It's all done, Mommy. I cleaned it already!" 

"Good job, Bud! Did you use the soap in the tub?"

"Nope," he said proudly. "I used Henry's toothbrush!" 

"Um. Which one?" I asked. (Henry having also recently acquired a new one from the dentist.)

"Both of 'em." 

Henry did not get to brush his teeth tonight. 

Kinda serves him right, I say.