Peeing in Public

Dear Kitten,

Once upon a time a Mommy and Daddy took their sweet little girl to the playground. She played happily for a very long time. Then – oh no! – she had to pee! There were no bathrooms at the playground and the little girl could not hold it much longer. The Mommy and Daddy looked around and saw that they were the only ones at the playground. They took their sweet little girl behind a bush and sat her on a log. Ah, sweet relief! The little girl was happy again and ran back to the playground for more fun. The Mommy and Daddy were content that they had come up with a creative solution to avert an accident and that there had at least been privacy.

Flash forward one year.

The Mommy is me and you are my Sweet Little Girl. And now we have The Boy as well. He has just learned the excitement of Running Off. He thinks this is lots of fun and Mommy seems to enjoy it too – see how she runs and shouts? How fun!

We are having a pleasant time at the playground; just me and you two. In a rare moment of containment, you are both happily swaying on the swings.

Sweet Little Girl suddenly announces, “I have to pee. Momma, I have to pee right now!”

I immediately take both kiddos out of the swings in preparation to run home as soon as humanly possible; we have a five minute window or less. Other children immediately occupy the vacant swings; there is a crowd on the playground today.

I take Sweet Little Girl’s hand, “Can you make it home, sweetie?”

“No! I have to go right now!”

I sigh. Of course she does. “Ok, just hold on.” I turn to secure The Boy. Who is Running Off. “Stay here, sweetie!” I chase the stinker.

“Gotcha!” The Boy is secured. Sweet Little Girl is…where is she?

There she is! Across the playground. Sitting on a log. In the middle of the park. Peeing.

In slow motion I run across the playground, “Noooooooo!” It is too late. Sweet Little Girl is already in the middle of The Longest Pee Ever.

I stand there. The Boy clutched in hand. Her bottom exposed to half the playground; marking the eastern side of the playground as hers. I am mortified, but helpless. This is happening.

I look out across the playground. The children don’t care. Some of the younger ones seem to be taking mental notes (“Pee on the playground. Check.”). The parents are averting their eyes. Eyebrows raised, mouths open, but eyes averted. I am doing my best to look embarrassed. This is not hard to accomplish.

Sweet Little Girl finishes and pulls up her pants. “Look, Momma! I peed! Just like you showed me! I peed on the playground! Like you showed me how!”

“Uh huh. Yes. We’re all very proud. Let’s not do that ever, ever, ever again, ok?”

“But -”

“Ever, ever, ever, ok? Now, I think we should run to the car. Let’s run, ok?”

I don’t have to ask The Boy twice. He is already Running Off. Sweet Little Girl drags her feet and shuffles, forlorn, back to the car as dozens of eyes follow us; The Girl Who Peed On The Playground and The Mother Who Taught Her To.

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13 thoughts on “Peeing in Public

  1. This definitely goes into the “you gotta do what you gotta do” file. I defy any of those parents to think on their own child-rearing playbook and NOT find something that involves waste/bodily fluids appearing inappropriately in public. It’s all part of the experience.

  2. There are tears of laughter rolling down my cheeks. That is so funny. Why do they always have to go NOW! And all childrens’ playgrounds should have, at the very least, a creepy and disgusting port-a-potty.

    • I went to a playground recently that had bathrooms, but they were locked. What?? And that’s how about half a dozen little girls found out how boys are different because their families made the unfortunate choice of cutting through the parking lot.

  3. Laughing so hard I’m about to fall out of my chair. Been there, done that with my kids. Tried to pretend they weren’t mine at one time, but they kept coming back to me, calling me Mom, so I had to claim them. Just kept reminding myself they were born and raised in the country and the park was a treat for them, and then started sending them over with my sister who thought it was cute.

  4. Plus we have the pee chicken in the back yard. An unfortunate garden statue that has become the target for our son’s urgent pee requirements. Thankfully our little girl prefers an actual toilet.

  5. Hmmm…maybe I can get one of those for the playground… 😉

  6. Oooh, dear. But I’m sure the eye-averters were all understanding. They’ve probably been there!

    • We had a similar incident with Buddy recently and every single parent that passed us just smile and said, “Been there! No worries!” I love cool parents!

  7. Nearly choked on my Cheerios reading this. What a howler. And a memory. I’m sure you’ll be able to dine on this story for a good time to come. Cheers to you!

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