There's pee...where?

As I write this, I am starting to wonder why so many of these blogs are about Abraham.  And pee.  Hmmm, I'm thinking this does not bode well for my future.  Or his.  I wouldn't change a single thing about any of my children.  However, with that said, I do wish they would remember to flush the toilet, at least on occasion.  And if it is not too much to ask, perhaps wash their hands.  With soap.  For longer than 2.64 seconds.  But going back to the basics, I guess I should be happy they are peeing in the proper place.  Most of the time. 

There was the peeing contest down the stairs.  The peeing contest off the deck.  Peeing on the trees because that, of course, is far easier than coming in and having to flush.  And wash.  Peeing in the river.  Peeing in the ocean.  Peeing on the bushes with Papa.  Peeing, peeing, peeing.  Even Scarlett has gotten in on the action.  Peeing in the neighbors yard.  On purpose.  We are always talking about it, dealing with it, cleaning it up, holding it, not holding it. 

With all of my experience with pee, this one, at least so far, has to take the cake.  Oh, yes.  It has to do with Abraham.  Of course it does.  I have had a cleaning lady since I broke my ankle about 10 years ago.  She has become a dear friend and knows the kids well.  She is familiar with our house rules and the quirkiness of my children.  While cleaning the boy's rooms, she went to empty the trash.  And found, ta da...pee.  In the trash can.  Imagine her surprise.  And mine when she brought it to my attention.  Don't know how long it had been there.  But there was trash floating in it.  Yummy thought, isn't it.  Seriously?!?  The toilet was only about 4 steps further away and he decided it would be a good idea to pee in the trash can. 

Needless to say, Dorinda did NOT "empty" the trash that day, Abraham did.  As soon as he got home from school I had him empty and scrub the trash can.  He must have agreed with our assessment of GROSS because it has not been repeated.  Yet.  I can only wait with anticipation to find the next unique place that has been used as a toilet. 

What can you do but laugh? Or cry, until a little bit of pee comes out...