Once upon a time there was a mother who had so many children she didn't know what to do. One day, she decided her answer was fried pickles. So she called for her fairy godmother and asked her to whisk her away to fried pickle land. The mother was taken away for a few hours where she filled herself to gluttonous contentment ready to come back home and face the come what may and love it.
As she was being driven home, her house came into view and along with it a site to behold in the back yard. The mother told her fairy godmother to STOP! And to back up so they could get a better view. The fairy godmother slowly backed up and as the full moon arose before them they howled with laughter.
There standing on the top of the swing set tower, the very one that Mr. J had fallen off of and had broken his foot, stood Mr. J with his back side to the world in full view. Pants down around his ankles Mr. J stood and watered the grass from above. Oblivious to the car and the passengers there in watching him with tears running down their faces. Said child finished watering the down belows which must have been quite fascinating to him to see what a distance he could shoot.....pulled up his britches, turned, and with cast grabbed onto the fire mans pole and slid to the ground. Still oblivious to being observed he crawled and hopped to the front yard where he was met by his mother.
His mother who was biting a hole in the side of her cheek to keep from laughing as she lectured child who was NOT raised in a barn...... that dropping your drawers in public and micturating on the property was naughty! And then the mother turned on her heel and gave a gasp as the held in laughter escaped.
Oh thank goodness for fairy godmothers and fried pickles and their magic powers that help mothers take things that come their way in stride.