Functionally ReTodded

Today was another quiet day.  The neighbors called and invited us to join them at the pool.  Since thing three was due for a nap, GBD said she’d take Thing Two and go with them.

GBD went upstairs to get changed and I was tasked with slathering Thing Two with sunscreen.

About the time I finished, GBD remembered that her suit was across the street at the SIL’s house thanks to a late night hot tub a week or so ago.

I headed across the street with Thing Two trailing me.  I said "Hey Fia, why don’t you wait inside?  I’ll be right back."

She replied "I’ll wait here in the garage daddy."

So I went and got the bathing suit, came back, threw it to the top of the stairs and then saw Thing Two kind of tugging at her suit.

Me:  What’s wrong sweetie?

Thing Two:  silence.

Me:  Do you have to go potty.

TT: I did.

Me:  Did you potty in the den?  Where did you potty honey?

TT:  In the driveway.  And the garage.

Me:  Hmmmm.  Be right back.

And so I walk outside and see where she peed a little in the driveway, and then I glance to my right where my golf bag is leaning in the corner.

Wet.

That’s right kids.  Thing Two peed on my golf bag.