Down by the River

Last night Brent and I went down the little waterpark and had a picnic dinner (aka McDonalds) and waded around in the river for a bit. This nice lady we've never met came over and talked to us, and we all looked for seashells for a necklace she was making. Brent mostly sat in the 3 inch deep water (I know I'm probably overprotective, but the water was moving too fast for my liking, though it looked innocent enough). He had a small stick and spent a lot of time just running it through the sand, in a kind of meditation almost.

When we were alone again, he looked up at me, eyes bright and curious.

"I have to pee mommy".
"So go ahead and pee baby, you're sitting in the water, which is connected to a gazillion other gallons of water...I don't think anyone will mind," I said.
"But I can't!"
"Why?"
"I CAN'T!"

And before I could stop him, he stood up, pulled his shorts down, and donned an impressive arc in full view of everyone, proud as could be. He reminded me of the little Calvin photos that are constantly dissing the number "3" on every truck's back window in this area.

Then he plopped back down, and went on with his stick/sand play, oblivious of my mouth hanging open and the shade of red that spread across my cheeks.

I swear, one day it will get easier. Right??

Oh, and if you look close enough in the picture, you can see the little quarter-sized hole he cut in the middle of his shirt with scissors at school, for some reason. Just for those of you that thinks he's always a little angel :)