The temperature soared well over 30 degrees Celsius and little B ran around stark naked in the back yard, evading his father's stealth manoeuvres to nail him with water spraying from the garden hose.
"Potty!" Pleaded little B.
"Use a tree!" Said Daddy.
Little B did as instructed, smiling delightedly at his artwork.
Later, with no further bidding, he watered two more trees in the backyard. Once inside the house for a well-earned dinner, little B jumped up, clutching himself. "Tree!" He squealed.
Uh-oh...
Simone insisted that the potty was the way to go.
"Tree! Tree! Tree!" Little B raced to the washroom. Then he proceeded to pee standing up at a toilet for the first time. He sprayed the toilet seat and everything around it. "Ah," he sighed. "Tree."
Better add that one to the dictionary...
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