Of late, Will has (thankfully) been careful to try to aim for the toilet when it comes time to pee. I’m washing less splatter off the walls and floors these days. But there are still plenty of moments when he misfires at first.
Today, as he shot a stream straight over the bowl to that handy backboard -- the uplifted toilet seat -- he shouted at his own urine, “Get down!”
“Mom,” he said as he corrected the flow, “I think the penis does that because it thinks it’s funny. I think it’s not me doing that. I think it’s the penis.”