A trip to the Peditrician

I took Will to the doctor yesterday because he had been having some urinary frequency and a couple of accidents. He never has accidents, so I thought we should check it out. At any rate, we entered the small bathroom- Hannah, Will, and I. The goal was to deposit some urine into a plastic cup.

He "really" had to go, and once a four year old starts going it's hard to stop the flow. I asked him to stop and finish in the toilet since the cup runneth over, he didn't make it to the toilet. Instead he peed all over my grey flip-flop and the floor of the bathroom.

Just so happens this Ped's office has those lovely paper towel dispensers that spit out one paper towel a time.

After many attempts to gather towels and return to the floor Hannah looks at me and says:

"Hey Mom, are you getting that from Will to take his DNA?"

Me: "What are you talking about? What do you know about DNA?"

Hannah: "I don't know, that's what you're doing right?"

Me: "No honey, I'm not taking your brother's DNA, I'm just trying to gather some urine and see if he's sick."

Hannah: "Oh, OK. I just wondered."

I finally got the mess cleaned up, my flip flop remained sticky for the visit but all in all it was a success.

He was fine and didn't have an infection either. He didn't have any more accidents either, but he did tell Melvin that night:

"All Mama ever talks about is me peeing in my pants."

Needless to say that was the last time I mentioned the accident, I guess from now on he can just pee in his pants all he wants to, right?