The boys

I’m going to pretend for the next few moments that I have normal boys.  I’m going to pretend that earlier this evening – the busiest time of the day traffic-wise – that I didn’t catch my Jettster after having peed on the front step of our house while I was talking on the phone.  I’m also going to pretend that my oldest son wasn’t pants-down ready to do the same thing on the tree in our front yard.

Instead, I’ll go with these cute pictures that make it seem as though everyone under this roof has it together.

Sadly, I suspect this is normal boy behavior.  I’ve asked them to have the decency, the modesty, to do it in the back yard, preferably behind the garage. 

That’s a good compromise, don’t you think?  After all, I don’t care that they’re going outside in the middle of town… they just need to do it with a little class, some finesse, some tact.  That is all I ask.