Out of the downstairs bathroom, I heard Ren shout something to me. I paused from cutting the potatoes and headed over to make sure I heard him correctly.
“What did you say, Warren?”
“Mom! I said my pee is not available.”
“And what does that mean?” I inquired.
“It means that I can’t pee it out!”
I suppose he concocted that one for the next time I asked him to use the toilet (he hates to break from any activity to go relieve himself) because, peering in, he had obviously just emptied his bladder.
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who spends her time pondering life’s challenges while using the pot.
“Hello, my pee is not available. Please leave a message and it will get back to you as soon as possible. Good day.”