As I walk past the boys’ bathroom, I notice Brennan standing about a foot away from the toilet attempting to go to the bathroom. While he has managed to pull down his pants, he has his shirt pulled down to the top of his legs. I stop, let out a frustrated sigh and say, “Brennan!”
Brennan nonchalantly turns to look at me with his hands on his hips and pants down around his ankles. After a beat, he asks, “What?”
“You just peed all over the place. It’s all over the floor, you, and your t-shirt! You need to stand closer to the toilet! At least attempt some aim! And pull up your shirt!”
Brennan shrugs his shoulders and looks over at the toilet, “Well, I got some of it in, didn’t I?”
This is payback for every time I complained about my brothers’ atrocious bathroom habits when we were growing up. Karma has bitten me in the ass and given me three boys with the ability to pee far and wide, but with horrible aim. I see many years of cleaning up urine in my future. Many, many years.
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Karma has that power of coming back and hittng you in the arse!I also remember when you would put up large signs on the toliet with toliet paper streamers directing your brothers on the proper way to use!!!!love ya
mom aka grandma jo jo
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