A story for my son's wedding...

When we were potty-training our older son, Hayes, who was less than jazzed about giving up diapers, my husband decided to teach him to pee outdoors. Mostly on trees, but rocks, leaves, and stinkbugs were not left untainted. As much as I tried to steer him towards the toilet, Hayes developed an affinity for outdoor relief.

Fast-forward a couple of months to our Memorial Day BBQ. The adults are congregating on the deck, while the kids are running around the backyard and playing on the new swingset. All of a sudden, all eyes are on Hayes, who, with his back to the adults, has dropped trou and is peeing on a tree. Everyone starts to laugh, and my brain races. I'm thinking the poor kid is going to be traumatized; the potty-training thing was not easy on him, and this is going to send him over the edge. To my surprise, Hayes turns towards the adults (hands on hips, pants still down, stream still a-flowin'), cocks his head and says, "You like that guys?"