I think I'm probably demonstrating the veracity of this post's title even by sharing its content. Yet, I proceed unabated...
Our youngest is going through the process of toilet training.
She's doing pretty well.
Last night, Kelsi got her first pair of big girl panties.*
So I, being parental, told her, "Remember, Kelsi Girl, don't go teetee in your panties."
"Yes, suh," she replied. She really does say it that way, though I promise we aren't that "deep south" ourselves.
Then I, in a moment of compulsive hereditary self-disclosure (being echoed right now), turned and said to my wife, "I need to go pee, myself."
Cotter, from across the room, yelled, "Kaylyn, Daddy needs to pee himself!"
Kaylyn thought this to be outrageously funny.
Kelli, my beloved bride summarized, "Well, you can't blame that one on anyone else."
Just so you know, I didn't mean it the way they took it.
*
You must have one of those jobs where you can go to the bathroom most any time you need to. It sounds like you could use some bladder control yourself.
Posted by: Christopher at November 23, 2004 6:04 PM