Ten minutes after we arrived Lolo (Grandpa in Tagalog) announced that he was going for a walk.  Christian asked if he could go with him, and I said he could.  I was wishy washy at first, but soon remembered that we allowed Manny to go for walks with Lolo at the age of 3.  I stressed to Christian that he needed to stay on the sidewalk, hold Lolo's hand, and listen to him the entire time (despite John's dad's attitude with nearly everything else in his life, he cares deeply for his grandchildren and does look out for them so that they don't hurt themselves...this is why I said yes).

Several moments after they left I started second guessing my decision.  I knew that Lolo's walks don't typically go further then the turnabout which is five or so houses to the left of their house.  I stepped outside and onto the side walk and quickly found the boys.

I couldn't really tell what Lolo was doing, but it was certainly obvious what Christian was doing.  His pants were pushed down to his knees, his little white butt cheeks faced to the street.  He was peeing!  In plain view of the neighbors across the street watering their plants.  In plain view of the man currently riding by on his bicycle.  And now that I knew what Christian was doing, it was quite obvious what Lolo was doing.

I ran across the street with Jackson on my hip.  Quickly pulled up Christian's pants, and ran back inside of the house.

Yesterday Manny had baseball practice.  There are a total of four teams that practice on the same field and same day has his team.  The field is the shape of a big square and each team holds up a corner on the field.  On the left end of the field, sandwiched between two practicing teams is a playground that I take Jackson and Christian to during Manny's practice.

After some time playing on the playground Jackson decided he wanted to be pushed on the swing.  A couple of minutes later I turned around to check on Christian.  I didn't see him on the playground.  I didn't see him in the sand pit.  I looked up further and found him on the grass....peeing.  Yards away from another practicing team, their parents close by watching them practice.

I took a second (literally) to evaluate my predicament.  There was no way to diffuse the situation quietly.  I was on the other side of the playground and he had just started peeing. Someone would see him eventually.  I did the only thing I could think of, I yell "Christian! Stop!" while racing him towards him.  I was hoping that the shock at hearing me yell at him from across the playground would make him stop peeing and pull up his pants, but my kid has no shame and he just continued to pee while laughing.  His laughter was shortly joined by the laughter of the parents surrounding us.

I left Jackson in the baby swing.  Ran across the playground, through the sand pit, and jumped over the small cement fence that separated the practice field from the playground.  I yanked up his pants and told him that what he was doing was NOT okay, and that if he has to go to the bathroom, he needs to come and get me.

He looked at me with his big doe eyes and said, "I'm sorry mommy, I promise to get you next time."

It's so hard for me to stay mad at that boy....*sigh*

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