In a fit of three-year-old nature hunger, Alex decided to eat an unripen pecan dropped from one of the pecan trees in the backyard. The problem though was that this particular pecan still had its thick black cocoon shell around it (this is different that the normal brown pecan shell - pecans shed this black shell when they've finally ripened and are ready to be plucked or drop from a tree). That didn't stop Alex from chomping down, and it left him with a mouthful of grimy shell fragments.
The taste didn't suit him, so I took him inside and washed out his mouth with a few quick cupped handfuls of water. Unfortunately, my aim wasn't so true so as I rinsed his mouth I soaked his shirt and pants. No problem, I thought. Since I was going to throw him in the bath in another ten minutes, I simply stripped him down to nothing and set him scurrying on his way.
So much for my foresight. Alex ran to the back yard where Colleen and Megan were playing on the swingset. Then he proudly announced:
"I'm nudie! I can pee in the grass!"
This is when Colleen and Megan showed their sibling spirit and chanted:
"Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
So he did. Several times.
Suzanne showed up from the rose garden at the side of the house and quickly chastised Alex (I would have been responsible and done so, but it's tough to be serious when you're secretly laughing pretty hard). Suzanne told Alex if he was going to pee, he should go over by the fence and move out of the way of everyone. He went to the fence, put his arm against it, and put his head against his arm, concentrating. It looked as if he were suffering from a cherry-lime slush induced brain freeze.
To his credit, he squeezed out a little more. We don't know where he hides it all. He must have magical powers to summon pee upon command. It makes for very challenging potty training sessions.
If only he could magically make his room clean itself upon command. Now that would be something.