LOL! this reminded me of a stunt that almost ended my son's life at
about 11 months of age.

July in Minnesota, hotter than heck, stuck in horrendous
bumper-to-bumper traffic on a major freeway. Michael is in the back
seat in his baby seat, and
I am driving my new Ford Escort. Have to turn the AC off, because we
are overheating sitting in traffic. I am hot, late, irritable, and
just generally not in a good mood. Michael has been babbling in the
back seat, and I was generally tuning him out (bad mom, but it was one
more stressor i didn't need, and he was happy to talk to the radio.)
Well, just as I get to the point of being waved arround the accident
by the State patrol, and trying to avoid hitting the rubber-neckers, I
hear from the back seat PEE! and feel something hot and wet hit the
back of my head! I slammed on the brakes and spun arround (thereby
spreading the liquid to the front side of my head as well). Michael
was sitting in the seat, diaper off, waving it around like a flag,
giggling and peeing a great fountain of joy. I swear the kid must
have been holding it for days. The ceiling, the windows, all 4
seats, the floor, ME, all got a liberal sprinkling. I started to
laugh hysterically. When the State trooper knocked on my window to
yell at me, I could barely get the window down I was laughing so hard.
He is threatening me with a ticket (for obstruction... I'm stopped in
the only lane open to pass by the accident) and then accusing me of
being under the influence. I couldn't stop laughing long enough to
explain. Finally I pointed to Michael, who was sitting there, happily
smiling in his semi-nude state [typical male] and invited the officer
to sniff the interior of my car. Well, when HE stopped laughing, he
waved me on, and warned me to take the next exit and get a diaper on
the kid before he does it again.

Bead-wise..... last summer dog and child were racing in the
livingroom. despite various warnings to stop, they plowed into over a
dozen open divider cases full of small beads, findings, crystals, and
pearls. It looked like the after effects of a rainbow explosion in my
living room. I gathered them all op in a big shallow box lid, pulled
out a stack of little bags and told my son to start sorting. It took
him several weeks, but he did finally finish. They now avoid my
beading area.....


(Lara) wrote in message . com...
Oh Helen. It is funny, as long as it isn't happening to me. Kinda glad
I don't have kids when things like this happen. Peed on the desk???

Lara


Hopefully someone will get a chuckle out of this. Looking back, I probably
will. And if it had happened to anyone else I'd probably be a little
amused. Oh, my aching neck!!

Helen C