But I Gotta Go NOW

This story takes place when Sean was just about two, well-on in the potty training. We were living in our first house on Oakwood Street in East Greenbush. Our neighborhood was a closed loop that made for nice evening walks of about three quarters of a mile.

One evening we were taking our nightly walk and about three quarters of the way around Sean announced the he had to go pee. "We're almost home, pumpkin, can you make it?" we said. We really were only a couple minutes away. But he said "I gotta go noowwww." That meant he had to go ... now.

We were right next to a brushy/wooded area near a pond, so I said to Barb, "Just let me take him in here. It'll be a guy thing. Bonding ... you know." So I ushered him about fifteen or twenty feet into the tall grass and woods and said, "Here you go, pumpkin. You can go pee here."

He looked at me with a quizzical expression, not sure exactly what I was saying to him. This was all quite extraordinary! Go pee here!? And sure enough he said, "Here?" I decided I'd better go with him to show him that it was alright. So I turned, unzipped, and began peeing. As I did so, I turned to him and said, "See, it's ok."

I finished my job, zipped back up, and turned to him once more. He was still just kind of standing there uncertain, staring into the woods. I gave him a couple patient seconds, then began to walk toward him. It was then that he turned to me and I saw that he had peed his pants.

Alrighty then ... I guess I left out some details there.