Aside from the brown bears, the potty training is going swimmingly. (No he hasn't fallen in, yet.) Mr. B has developed a slight phobia however.
It seems that while he was putting down the toilet seat after peeing (see ladies, I'm training him right by you!) and it slipped out of his hands. The seat clapped against the commode in close enough proximity to his cocktail weenie and beans (it's not big enough to be a frank yet) to give him a start. One might say it scared the piss out of him!
Well now, he has to hold the seat up while he wizzes, or have me hold the seat for him. This can be a bit ungainly for someone of his stature.
I witnessed him doing this as I was changing Miss L's diaper, I have a clear shot to the kids bathroom from her changing table, and there he was naked as a jay bird (he must be naked in order to pee) holding his dangler in his left hand and holding the seat up with his right. All the while yelling, "Making bubbles!"
I guess I can't fault him too much. The thought of the toilet seat falling on my schwantz is enough to make me consider sitting for the show.
Reasons.
7 hours ago
7 comments:
You could always clamp the seat to the lid for him, that way he doesn't have to worry about crushing or the like.
Great collection of euphemisms there!
I'll never be able to look snack meats in the eye again.
Oh my ... a near miss with the wee willy wank! It's good that it was a near miss though, I'm sure the memory will dim in time though.
blessings!
Can't say that I blame him. I have always been of the opinion that we should teach the girls to do it standing up anyway. My wife says I am a fool!
Hmm. That explains a lot.
Gooner: Did your wife slap you upside the head for that?
Laggin: I always wonder what causes certain actions, I guess I now know.
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