this afternoon, i looked out my back door to see this...
i honestly had no idea what to do or say. so...i just grabbed my camera instead.
i'm certain that this incident is 100% his daddy's fault because:
1) i, in no way, shape, form or fashion could have taught him this.
2) i have heard of an incident or two like this occurring on the golf course recently.
3) the aforementioned event on the golf course has never happened while i've been there.
since i concluded that it was daddy's fault, i let daddy talk to him about it when he got home. from my spot in the kitchen, i couldn't make out the whole conversation. but, i'm pretty sure the main point was something about it "killing my grass."
i was kind of hoping it would revolve around a better theme, like...
"this is inappropriate."
"keep that thing in your pants."
"they make potties for that sort of thing."
but obviously, "it will kill my grass" hits a little closer to home for the 3 year old age group.
maybe i should handle it next time. as i cautiously avoid the dead spots in our backyard!!