A Lesson in Honesty and Modesty. And rhyming.

As a fabulous Mother's Day gift, my sister-in-law arranged a get-together at her new house for all the moms. There were friends, family members, friends of family members, neighbors, dog-walkers, cousins, brother's girlfriend's co-worker's friend's babysitters and other miscellaneous people I have never met. And tons of their kids.

The first thing my boys do is head outside and look for dirt. Just like always.

Shortly before dinner, pretty much everyone is gathered outside, watching the kids race down the sloping part of their yard, laughing and falling and having a great time.

My dear sweet Logan...


...and another kid that shall remain nameless because I have no earthly idea who he is and what his name is, were laughing and falling all over each other at the bottom of the hill. They start to get up, both of them dizzy with laughter, when my son promptly gets to his feet, yanks down his pants and proceeds to relieve himself in the middle of the yard, in front of all of these impressionable strangers and family members.

I felt myself curl up into a ball and roll into the nearest foxhole, while I hear his stern and respectable father start laughing. A laugh that causes you to gasp for breath, silent arching of the back, mouth wide open, you look really stupid, kind of laugh.

Since it was My Special Day, I didn't handle the situation. Until later.

Me: "Logan, I heard you peed in the middle of the yard today, in front of everyone."

Logan: "NUH-HUH!"

Me: "YUH-HUH! God and Santa saw you, and they told me."

Logan: "Oh." [Shrugs shoulders and resumes play.] "I had to go!"

Wonder who he got that from...