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April 2, 2009

Golden Showers

E: "Daddy?"

N: "Yes, son?"

E: "Do you ever pee in the shower?"

N: "I do."

E: "When?"

N: "When I'm in the shower."

E: "Is that OK?"

N: "It's OK. Totally natural. The water is warm and you just pee. I wouldn't make a habit of it, but it's no tragedy if you do."

E: "Mommy?"

R: "Yes, Elijah?"

E: "Do you pee in the shower?"

R: "I have, sometimes."

E: "Oh. Good. Because I like peeing in the shower just a little bit."

R: "Everyone does."

E: "Do you go poop in the shower?"

R: "No. Never. You go poop in the toilet."

E: "Daddy, do you go poop in the shower?"

Pause.

E: "Daddy?"

R: "Daddy?"

E: "Daddy?"

N: "Can we talk about something else, please?"

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Comments

Many years ago, I had a similar conversation with my youngest brother while we were in my grandparents' pool, only there was no differentiation on function. Shortly after that conversation, we reenacted the famous Baby Ruth scene from Caddyshack, only it wasn't a Baby Ruth that cleared the pool.

It's conversations like these I haven't yet realized will come up with my boy. I just hope I dont need to do a demenstration like when my dad taught us to pee standing up at a urinal.

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