The boys and I were going through the drive thru at "McSonic" as Cole calls it (Actually, it's just Sonic). Jonah announces he has to pee pee. He has done so well being potty trained, but, he does not give himself much time when he realizes he has to go. Usually, when he tells me he has to pee pee, we have all of about 30 seconds to get to the bathroom, pull his pants down, and get on the toilet. Obviously, we were going to be more than 30 seconds in the drive thru line. I frantically look around outside of the van for an inconspicuous place for him to pee- no good. This Sonic didn't even even have any decent bushes! I had just taken our potty inside that I usually keep in the van for just sort of occasion. I had resolved myself that I was going to have to clean up pee pee out of the van carpet. Then, I spotted it. It was beautiful! In the passenger seat was a Styrofoam cup left over from Friday night dinner. I told Jonah to get himself out of his seat belt and come up front with me (we are still in the drive thru line). I pulled his pants down and told him to point into the cup and pee pee.
So, here we are: I have my right hand holding the cup while my fore finger is "helping Jonah's aim" and my left hand on the steering wheel while my foot lets off the brake so we can pull up and I give the speaker our order. There has to some award for that, right? Jonah successfully pees in the cup and all is well. When he got back to his seat, Cole says to him, "Good job, Jonah. You've just pee peed like a real big boy." I'm not sure what that meant; but it sounded cute.