sword fighting
I don’t know how moms survived before clorox wipes (this is the second time I’ve mentioned them in my blog - don’t you think I should be getting some free products - or 50 cents off coupons??). And as the only female in a house full of standing up boys, there is a lot of urine to be wiped up. Yuck! A master’s degree and this is what I do with my day.
My youngest is displaying his independence by resisting to do everything I ask of him. So at bath time the other night, he wouldn’t pee. He still bathes with his brother and for his sake (his brother’s sake really) I was trying to get him to pee, because as soon as he hits the bath, the warm water does its trick. And that’s just gross. I’m trying to get these boys clean.
So my husband came up with the great idea of having both boys pee at the same time. Genius! As you can deduce from the title it soon turned into a sword fight.
What I was trying to avoid in the first place was what happened anyway - urine soaked boys - yummy!
This is where the wipes come in handy.
I told this story to a male friend of mine, and he informed me that in college they had sword fights in the dorm bathrooms. Double yuck.
I asked my husband about this, and he was mortified - no sword fighting going on in his fraternity.
So now I’m wondering, is it a dorm thing? A college thing? A brother thing?
Any guys out there with some insight to the “sport”?
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Sadly Jane, It may have some genetic basis. I believe it is the same gene that causes boys to hit, dismember bugs, see what happens if you screw a nickle into the light socket, and eventually stare at a women’s breasts from age 14 till they die. In short, it is inevitable male stupidity. Fortunately most of us grow out of it. (Certainly by college) If you don’t want to wait that long, try throwing a couple of Cheerios into the bowl so they have something to aim at other than each other…
Consider yourself lucky. My nephew relieved himself outside (both ways) at a family BBQ last year proudly announcing he’d learned it from his dad. There’s not enough Clorox wipes in the whole world to tackle that Norman Rockwell moment! Good luck
You have me laughing hysterically. MiniMe just randomly walked up and started peeing with The Hubs the other day. And then he started with The Eldest Child. No sword fights yet, but I’m guessing that with four sons, I have plenty of those to look forward to.
I feel like I spend half my life with my oldest in the bathroom (and I work - so that’s pretty much all of my free time). Okay - so I’m exaggerating a little bit - but not much. I seem to clean the floor in front of the toilet once a day. It’s like the cleanest spot in the house - although, that’s not saying much…
I’m so glad my girls are finally grown!
Whew! I have a few years before I have to worry about this. It’s pretty funny though, minus the mess.
I read your blog, so there.
steve
I think there is an instinctual basis to want to pee in various locations, like dogs marking their territory. A former collegue of mine, Scott D. of (CDA), was proud of the fact that he and his son had peed on the border of two states on the way back from a WSU football game. This confirms my theory.
Oh man, using that as a sword had not occurred to me.
My kid does think he is a puppy….marking his territory whenever his diaper is removed!