Little Boys

This evening we had dinner at Central Market, which meant plenty of playground time. So, I was wandering around on the playground trying to keep up with Ruth, when this little fellow--maybe three or four--just dropped his pants and let it rip. Moms all over the playground were gasping and chuckling, and just about the time the kid finished up, his own mom came running over and was completely mortified to find out what had just happened. That's when it hit me: this will happen to me on some unsuspecting day in the future. Little boys are just wired different--in so many ways--than little girls. And I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.