This past summer we were invited to a Memorial Day pool party at the home of one of Husband’s coworkers. It turned out to be a beautiful day and we packed up the sunscreen, towels, all the shorties and headed out to the back yard pool of husband’s kind, hospitable, unsuspecting co-worker.
I knew all of two other people there because it was all work people, so I busied myself in the shade getting sunscreen on all of my little people. There was quite a crowd there, and the pool was filled with kids and parents. Pumpkin Pie was sitting on the edge of the pool watching, and husband was close by. I was listening to Sweet Pea complain while I put lotion on his back while intermittently peeking at Pumpkin Pie. Lotion, peek, lotion, enough with the whining Sweet Pea, peek, lotion, OH MY GAWD PUMPKIN PIE STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!!!! Pumpkin Pie was standing up at the edge of the pool, bathing suit to his knees, peeing into the crowded pool like a Belgian cherub fountain.
I think I was the first person to spot him, and of course my screams of horror alerted the rest of the party to his transgression. Husband grabbed him and ushered him inside (after doing a spit take with his beer, of course) to use a proper potty.
Lucky for us, the crowd was forgiving, the beer plentiful and we were not ejected from the festivities. Despite the rocky start, the party was a fun time. I still have a funny feeling we will not be invited back next year.