My 4-year old daughter threw-up in the driveway today. I stripped her down, gave her a towel and put her in front of the TV while I headed back to clean. I didn’t even make it down the hallway before I heard her say, “Mommy, I need to spit again.” As I was guiding her into the bathroom, my 6-year old son ran inside shouting that he had to pee. I guided my daughter to the sink as my son ran behind us to the toilet.
The next part is a bit of a blur, and then it was as if time stood still. My son didn’t make it all the way to the toilet. Instead he peed straight onto his sister and me. She was crying while “spitting” into the sink, snot and fluids smearing into her hair. My boy’s body stood frozen, wide-eyed and mouth open while the pee just kept streaming onto us. I said, “Can’t you bend it down?” But I don’t think he could move. My daughter was furious that he was peeing on her and screamed even louder. The pee just kept coming and coming. It was so ridiculous that I started hysterically laughing. Pee was now dripping off my pants and the cabinet onto the floor. When the madness finally ceased, my boy said, “Can I go play now?” I said, “No, you have pee all over you. Take your clothes off and go get new ones.” He was off in a flash and seemed to have no problem with the whole scene. I, however, was once again reminded that there is nothing predictable about being a mom.
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