Spray
My kids are always good for a laugh. Sure, it may be at them rather than with them, but the important thing is that we are laughing. Yesterday’s laugh-fest was boy-child induced. He waited a bit too long to go to the bathroom, and when he finally let loose, he managed to spray everywhere but in the bowl. Being a boy, he then left, leaving the mess for someone else to clean. That someone else was his aunt, who promptly sat in the puddles he’d left on the seat. She didn’t laugh, but I certainly did.
