I had to hurry out the door the other day and noticed that The Boy was wearing a different pair of pants than he had been wearing and that they were, big surprise, on backwards.
"Dude, what happened?"
"Don't be mad at me, Mom."
"Where are your pants?"
"I had a accident." (I know it's "an", but he said "a".)
"Aw, man." In a jiff the pants were off, the bottom and legs were wiped down, the pants were back on (this time with the zipper in the front).
"Give me a hug, buddy. It's okay. Ew, you still smell like tinkle." (I mentioned I was in a hurry, right?) So, I grabbed a can of air freshener off the back of the toilet and gave him a quick spritz.
What? I ask you, what is worse...to go out of the house with a kid that smells like pee, or go out of the house with a kid that smells like Flowers and Spring Morning Mist?
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