Or, why my wife doesn’t like to go on “boys night out.”
We stopped in the restroom on the way out. Â It’s a nice, bright, and (thankfully) clean restroom, with about a dozen urinals on the wall. Â I’m taking care of business and my son is watching other patrons. Â A huge man walked in and went straight into a stall. Â “He’s got a GUN!” exclaims one boy. Â Now, I didn’t see a gun (I was busy trying not to pee on my shoes) but if he had one, I certainly wasn’t going to make an issue at that particular moment.
Then, the five year old decides to show me how much bigger he has grown, by walking along all the urinals and slapping each with his penis. Â Did you know if he stands on his tip toes he can almost reach? Â Well, now you do. Â For now he’ll just have to continue using the one urinal on the end that is set lower than the rest.
That’s why I never liked going into restrooms with the kids, then I can pretend things like that don’t happen. Plus the part about the gun would make me so freaked out.
“walking along all the urinals and slapping each with his penis”
I… just… ummm… I… need to go lie down, after reading that.
MWA HA HA HA HA….
Oh wait…I have a son too…damn!
If I needed another reason to be glad I have ALL GIRLS…that would be it. I thought maybe your son was referring to the size of the other man’s ‘gun’. Kids seem to notice those little (or big) details!