The Brintons

Before I forget...
{yet another "pee" story - my apologies... but as you will read it is, for lack of better terms, funny.}

When picking H up from school, I buckled him in and off we went. We started to pull out of the parking space and he squealed how he REALLY had to pee. In my head I was thinking I did not want to have to get him and R out of the car, back into the school, etc. So I told him to just wait a min. He continued to squirm in the back so I pulled out of the parking lot and over to the side of the road.

Now this is a nice area, nice neighborhood, people driving around in their nifty BMW, Mercedes, Range Rovers - you get my drift? So I wasn't about to pull over and have him pee on the sidewalk. That would be a sight to win my mother of the month award from his preschool. So I pulled over, dumped out some pee; to which he was blue in the face telling me he wasn't thirsty. I told him to not worry and to just pee in the water bottle. This is what he got. I didn't have to say much else... he filled that puppy up 3/4th the way. He really did have to pee. Poor kid.

After he was done I put the lid on and in my cup holder, all the while telling him that he needs to pee at school. It doesn't take that much time - la.de.da.

~Fast forward 6 hours ~

Spencer comes home, I tell him that the kids and I need to get out of the house... cabin fever. He sympathizes. He knows all too well what Cabin Fever is and tells us to get out shoes on.

He grabs R and H, throws them in the car. Meanwhile I running around finding binkies, blankets... whatever we "need" for the 10 min. car ride.

All of the sudden I hear Spencer yell, "WHITNEY, IS THAT PEE IN THE CAR??!!!!"

My memory screams at me. "You forgot to throw away the pee!!"

Oh gosh ooh gosh. "AH, you mean that water bottle in my car door? Yea, that is pee."

During our short endearing conversation he is storming from out parked car, into our house and straight to the bathroom. Think big old long strides.

"Ummm, did you drink it?" My attempts at being surprised at his long strides.

I really didn't need an answer. All I could do was laugh. LAUGH AND LAUGH. It was so wrong of me.

Just so you all know, and for memories sake, it was completely dark outside. He didn't know it was pee in the bottle. And frankly, why would pee be in a water bottle? Don't ask me.

Just in case you all don't know my husband... he loves water. He guzzels it like he just crossed the sahara. Seriously. I carry about three in my car, water bottles that is, and when he is in my car they are all empty by the time we reach where ever we are going. So... I really should have remembered to throw it away - but I honestly forgot. True True.

Are you all sickened? Me too. He didn't "guzzel" the pee. No, he took a swig and realized it wasn't the usual water he finds in the bottles... so just a little itty bit went down... he sit the rest out pretty fast.

Don't you love my stories lately. I mean where would you be without this kind of "juice"??

And F.Y.I I guess H's pee is a little sour.

Have a great uplifting Sunday everyone!