Reason 348 why I'm excited to have a child running around...

When I was in 4 year old preschool, we played t-ball. Because when you live in Piute county you take your sports seriously. 

I've never (to my knowledge) been very fond of sports in general. I'm a wimpy kid I guess, but I could play Lion King like nobody's business! 

It was one of those 't-ball during break' days and I must have really done my part in hydrating that morning because my 4 year old bladder was having quite a struggle. I asked Mrs. Marie if I could use the restroom, and in seeing the importance of me learning all sorts of sportsmanship skills... she declined permission. Well, that was that until I came to a stop on second base. Maybe the kid up to bat was feeling especially shy that morning because I swear I had eons of time just standing there on second base to really think things through.

By this point I was doing some serious leg crossing, tinkle holding, dance moves. In my 4 year old logic I devised a plan: I would just sneakily use the bathroom right there on second base, because I was about to run to third and then home base! No one would ever know it was me who peed on second base, I wouldn't be dying to run to the bathroom anymore and I'd get away with it all. ;) I genuinely thought that no one would ever be able to prove it was me. I was home free! (Pun intended :p) 

Well. That's not how the story ended- obviously. Mrs. Marie definitely noticed a nice little puddle and the evidence running right down my pant legs- I'm sure the poor kid who rounded the bases behind me definitely noticed too- and she marched me right back into the school and to the restroom. Which is what I wanted in the first place! She got it, but her timing was just a bit off I guess. :p (In her defense she probably had much greater faith in my bladder than I did.) As any smart preschool teacher would, she had a spare change of clothes in the general preschool aged size, and she kindly let me change out of my wet pants into some dry ones. 

I remember I wasn't embarrassed, I was angry. How dare she make me wear a strangers panties and pants. That is just so horrifying! I didn't even get to call my mom to bring me my own underwear. What a nightmare! ;) 

It's so hilarious to me to see little kid logic, I'm excited for when Jaden gets big enough that I have hilarious stories about him to tell you about. (Maybe he'll have a "Frank the chicken" like I did!)