watering the lawn

On Saturday, Sam and the boys had just gotten home from running a few errands when Sam looked out our back door and said, "Brooke! Look outside!" I thought that he had possibly seen a deer or maybe a hawk. Instead, I looked out to see Truett standing in our side yard with his pants around his ankles, peeing on our lawn. I yanked the door open and said, "Truett! What are you doing?"
He looked at me like I had just asked him the silliest question ever, and maybe I had, and said, "Peeing Mommy."
I told him that I could see that he was peeing and that I was asking why he was doing it in our yard instead of in the bathroom. He continued to pee as he explained to me that he wanted to go outside like he does when he is at the camp or out in the woods. There was no sense of urgency or shame. He was determined to do it outside and to enjoy it.
When he finally finished, I told him to pull his pants up and come into the house. We then had to talk about how it isn't okay to pee out in our yard or out in anyone's yard. I reminded him that he needs to come inside and use the potty.
Gracious. I have one boy who, for the longest time, refused to go outside in the woods because it would drip on his legs. He would cry and ask me to help him and I would reply that I didn't know what to do because I didn't have one of those. And I have another boy who thinks that the entire world wants to see him do his business. Boys!

photo by: yorgak  http://www.flickr.com/photos/yorgak/222916983/