I vaguely remember my brother being a little baby and my parents complaining about getting peed on. While I was old enough that I changed some of his diapers, it didn’t happen to me. Both of our sons christened us in the hospital. And the wall. And the bassinet.
We got better at it, of course, as time went on. It took a bit longer with BigBrother to figure out how to hold a diaper over him while scooting another one underneath and that fast move where you fasten the other diaper and pray that the teeny bit of air that came in contact with his nether regions wasn’t enough to cause a fountain to hit your face. By the time LittleBrother was born, we were cocky and had apparently forgotten about the fire hose issue. He got us good a couple of times.
Those days are behind us now. The only thing I’m worried about nowadays is reminding them to pee in the toilet, to pay attention and, please boys, keep it off the floor! It’s really less amusing than getting peed on. It just is, trust me.
That’s why when I saw the following Huggies commercial today, I howled. Out loud. At the dentist’s office with a spit-sucker in my mouth.
Oh, man. That’s funny stuff. When the pee knocks that picture frame over? That’s true stuff. It just is. At least, that’s how I remember it in my mind. FireDad agrees. It’s serious business, that baby boy pee.
We got home from the dentist today and I pulled up the commercial on YouTube. The boys found it hysterical. “Can we watch it again?” I played it again. BigBrother laughed that belly laugh that lets us know he is more than deeply amused; he is tickled. LittleBrother squealed every time the baby peed. When we informed them that they peed on us, the laughs got louder. “REALLY?!” Yes, really.
They laughed and laughed. And we laughed, too.
Mainly because someday? They’ll get peed on, and I’ll laugh and laugh.
