While we were down at the Blueberry Farm for new years and Mom’s birthday, Pigpen, famously allergic to poison oak, swung on a vine.  You can guess what happened next.

In an effort to treat the spreading rash on his neck, chest, and face, the boy is taking a daily oatmeal bath.

It was during such a bath, while I was busy cooking dinner and feeding WeePT, that I heard him chanting from the bathroom on the other side of the house “daaaaaaaaad.  daaaaaaaaaad.  daaaaaaaad”

I sent MastaG to investigate and let him know that his 30 minutes were up and he could get out of the bath.  The conversation I overheard through the cracked bathroom door, well, read it for yourself…

MastaG: “Pigpen, you can get out of the tub”

Pigpen: “But I need Dad”

MastaG: “Do you need him to hold your hand?”

Pigpen: “NO! I have to pee!”

MastaG: “Why do you need Dads help for that?”

Pigpen: “Well, it would mess up the bathwater!”

MastaG: “Dammit Pigpen, you pee in the toilet right next to you!”

Pigpen: “But I can’t get out of the tub!”

MastaG: “Do you need me to hold your hand? Dry yourself off, pee, get back in the tub!”

Pigpen: “No MastaG, I have to stay in the tub!”

MastaG: “Well how bout you just stand up and pee from the tub to the toilet!”

Pigpen: “Uggggg fine.”

At this point, I’m told, MastaG walked out of the bathroom, turning out the light on his way out.

Yep. These are my boys, internet…