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Myles Climbing! It was an idyllic morning. Qade and Myles were climbing trees. They were making me proud the way they were climbing into the lofty treetops without any Daddy assistance. I was spotting him on the ground below while he climbed higher and higher. Myles was not quite two years old so I was extremely proud that he was hanging from the lofty heights of the tree. All of a sudden I felt something wet running down my left side. Could it be a sudden Arizona rainstorm? A bird? Myles the Monkey drooling?…

As I shrieked in fear I glanced to my left only to see my eldest son (in Redneck-Bumper-Sticker-Calvin-like fashion, leaning back with an ever so steady and perfectly arched stream) peeing on his dear old Dad. Yay for potty training. Bummer for being in the wrong place at exactly the wrong time.