“Mom, I need you! Jay just ripped open the bathroom door and chucked a
teddy bear at my head. He screwed up my aim and now there’s a huge mess in there…it’s not my fault.” Will-10
It’s all fun and games until your mother builds an outhouse in the backyard…
Boys, I don’t care that it’s “dark and smells in there.” Or, that your sister swears on “your“ life that “those squirrels are rabid.” Now, out you go and don’t forget to wash up with the garden hose.
I wish there was a “that’s fantastic! I need one of those!” button. “Like” doesn’t quite cover it.
Thanks you, Cliche! Now I’m blushing.
Kids: A never-ending source of material.
I wish I had been writing when mine were younger… hahaha…
JWo
Welcome, JWo…thanks for reading. You are so right, kids are a constant source of material…sometimes good and sometimes bad, but always entertaining.
That was quick thinking how he made up that story about his brother hitting him with a teddy bear, after he accidentally peed on the floor.
When in doubt, blame a sibling.
His aim isn’t good even when he’s not dodging teddy bears.
I bet the same is said about Dad.
Boys will be boys…Mrs. Young American Wisdom now knows why I wanted our boys to go with mom to the public ladies room. It’s like paradise in there by comparison.
I should have installed urinals.
Need to borrow a hammer and circular saw? Tape measure and square?
…and a shovel to dig the hole.
Now I feel very old…I remember outdoor plumbing!!!
Granny, I’m thankful we’ve advanced enough to move the plumbing inside, but I’m still an advocate for outdoor plumbing for messy boys.
GOOOO!
I’m guessing the bear wasn’t in very good shape, either!
The poor bear…he did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment.
Good aim or no, one forced trip to the outhouse at 2am on a wintry night for whatever need, and suddenly indoor plumbing takes on a whole new value!
And your aim magically improves, too, regardless of what’s coming you way. Bugs, teddy bears, live rifle fire…..
…rabid squirrels and snarky older sisters. I’m headed out now to start digging the hole.
Squirrels can’t be rabbits! Everybody knows that.
But rabbits can be squirrels…I heard it on the bus!
LOL…..boys will be boys!
Raising boys is a messy business. Thank God for rubber gloves and Clorox wipes.
I guess that’s one nice thing about the country. Less mess. The hubby spends more time outside than in here during the warm months and don’t bother walking the distance. I can live with that.
Less mess for you! Maybe I should move to the country.
My first visit to your sight, and oh my, you had me laughing with the very first lines. Thank you, thank you!
Welcome, Broken Pen! Thank you for reading. I’m so glad you enjoyed the nonsense…it’s constant around here.
I am so, so glad I don’t have boys. At least, for now I am. Although they definitely make good source material.
Your bathrooms are probably spotless. I’m jealous.
Oh my gosh! The idea…. the idea is brilliant! We live on a heavily wooded acre … I am CERTAIN Rob could build an outhouse for the boys. Why have I not thought of this before today? Wow. I love this.
All you need to do it hose it down weekly. Easy clean-up.
Maybe that’s why the totally-tiled bathroom designs I’ve seen on TV are always admired by men. No cleanup, since the whole room is also a shower, just a little hosing down – after the hosing down, as it were…..
seems none of us can “aim”. welcome to the club Will.
There’s a need for self-cleaning urinals…with them, the world would be a better place for women.
My wife and I have a composting toilet but it’s different than an outhouse.
But it is in it’s own little building.
I can’t imagine an outhouse would ever bother a boy. Go for it!
Just put a tent in the yard next to it and they can sleep outside too. They’ll love it!
MC, you make a good point. I’ll feed them outside too…sort of like dogs. Actually, dogs are cleaner.
Rhubarb grows great next to an outdoor dunny
Isn’t rhubarb poisonous?
It took me a moment to realise what aim he was talking about.
He needs to perfect that ‘aim,’ even when he’s dodging teddy bears.
ah yes… the eternal “aim” stigma…but so true. continue…