Sunday, September 18, 2011

Little kid anatomy

When my middle brother was little, we'd always ask him if he had to pee before we left to go anywhere... and he'd always say no.

If you'd asked me then I would have sworn his bladder was in his feet. Every time he laced up his shoes there'd be an almost audible *boik* as his thought bubble popped... and he had to pee. Right. Now.