Monday, August 6, 2007
Best Mom Award Winner
We were on the interstate today and it was stop and go traffic (I mean, really, like no more than 10 MPH). Cole announces he has to pee and when I look back, sure enough, he is holding himself so I know it's for real. I quickly weigh if I should A) Let him wet his pants and his car seat, B) Pull over onto the median and pee in the grass, or C) Give him an empty Frappaccino bottle and hope his aim is pretty good. I chose option C. Along with that, I allowed Cole to let himself out of his car seat, stand in the floor of the Expedition, and pee into the bottle. So, here we are, traveling 10 MPH down I-26 (near Ashley Phosphate) and my 3-year old is peeing in the bottle! It was funny because every time he would start to go, so would we and then we would have to slow down or stop. He looked at me and said, "Mama, how can I do this with you making the car shake?" All I could think of was the lawman pulling up beside us. Thank goodness our windows are tinted!