I’d rather he didn’t pull his pants down and relieve himself in the CHURCH flower beds. 

I can’t make this stuff up.  I really can’t.

This wasn’t the only instance of public peeing THIS WEEK, either.  My husband watched the same thing unfold as they were leaving his OFFICE just the other day.

I mean, I guess we have ourselves to blame.  I do often problem solve the potty situation by letting him “just go by that tree.” But, I really thought he knew the difference in the back porch and, say, CHURCH. So, we’ve had the conversation, again, about where and where not to pee. 

Let’s hope it sticks this time.  And, I keep reminding myself.  It all works out in the end.

Right?