pee

I woke up early this morning to a raucous summons by the youngest member of our household. Eyes struggling to see, I changed his diaper. Noticing his heat rash was still violently red, I left him diaperless and held a cloth over his bare bottom. I sat down at my computer to check emails before beginning a regime of interrupted yoga. I had answered one letter, when a fountain erupted on my lap. Quickly I used the cloth to staunch the flow. "Pssss, Psss", I said, taking him to the toilet where he sat smiling up at me for a few moments. Yes, I know that children are not ready to potty train at this age, but a girlfriend of mine said connecting the act with a simple sound allows them to train earlier and communicate faster, so I tried. We sat back down at the computer, wiping up urine, when another shower threatened to drench the entire surface once more. "Psss, Psss" I said, while Bodhi flung his arms and legs enthusiastically into the air. Obviously proud of his accomplishment. Together we searched for my camera, to take a picture of him on the toilet. Finding it we laughed our way to the bathroom where he sat braced and poised on the toilet seat, I snapped the picture and he promptly peed. Not into the waiting waters below, but rather in a sweeping arc that managed to get the camera and operator very wet. I looked at his surprised face. "Yes, Bodhi went Pssss Psss". Obviously pleased with this wonderful new game, "Pee on Mom", Bodhi smiled once more. As for myself? I reached for the diapers.