Two pees in a pod

Scientists have studied gender differences since the beginning of science. And while we've learned a few things about the opposite sex there are still mysteries to reveal. As it so happens, toddlers at play reveal some of these more subtle intricacies.

We recently invited some of our friends over for a family dinner. They also have a toddler son who is 10 months older than the ball-of-fire.

They played famously, just a few disagreements over toy possession, but otherwise the best of pals. But as the night began to wan, I had a premonition of trouble.

After desert was eaten and we were chatting, we suddently noticed a quiet in the house. All night the boys had been running, yelling and singing. The sudden stillness was a portent.

Angie volunteered to check, so we stayed at the table while she went downstairs to survey the situation. I knew it was big trouble when she yelled for my assistance -- with the added clarifier, "And your son is naked."

As with everything in this blog, it all comes back to bodily functions. The boys had to pee, and being responsible young lads, they knew that peeing in their pants was a bad alternative. So they stripped their pants off and proceeded to pee (for some reason, I assume simultaneously) in the cat's litter box. Luckily it was a the clumping litter.

To make matters more interesting, they decided in their toddler wisdom, that the box was now full -- and using their hands -- they would scoop the litter and flush it down the toilet.

By the time they were discovered, both wrist deep in wet litter and the trail to the toilet was clearly marked. And for some reason, my son was naked and their son was wearing my son's pants. The reasons why, we probably need not know.

That's right, I know exactly what you are thinking. These are "those" guys. You know, the guys who have scars on their ass where hair doesn't grow because they were drunk once and had a contest to see who could light a fart the fastest. Those same guys who pee in the coffee maker during their last shift before they quit their shitty restaurant job. Or, the guys who wipe a bugger on you when you're not looking, and then snicker for hours every time someone reaches out to brush it off .. then pulls back their hand suddenly when they realize with horror that there is a BUGGER on your shirt!!

I don't have a daughter, but I know without a doubt that a girl would have never devised this potty performance. So, I guess I'm raising him right after all.