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This is no piddling achievement.
But you know how being in and around water makes one* more susceptible to .... uh... making water of one's own?

*little ones, anyway. Or old ones Or my mother circa 1979 when we would sing "By the Waterfall I'm calling You-ou-ou-ou" when we knew she had to pee.
Think that was from a "Facts of Life" episode. Maybe "Diff'rent Strokes".

Well, that's Ryan. He has yet to do the cliched "pee in Daddy's face while changing a diaper" routine, he has from time to time stood up in the tub after his bath and looked down to watch him add to the drainflow. Occasionally he'd wait until he was on the sink, still sitting on his towel. Tonight, he trickled and flewed again, so I pointed out he was going potty and picked him up and took him to his own plastic potty.
Nothing.
"Okay...go!"
He looked, he pushed, he pointed.
And...dribble dribble!
*surprised look*
And more! Followed by more! Another burst, a steady leak, then a squirt or two.
It was as if the boy was trying to squeeze out every ounce from the top of his head. 'Out, damned spot.'
So we called Mommy up from the basement, huffing and puffing, thinking he had cracked his head open or something. But then:
Ryan: "Go POTTY!"
Mommy: "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!"

So that was just silly.

After a sick few days at home, he was getting a lot-tle cabin feverish, so Ainsley suggested I take him out to the mall to get out some ya-yas. We found a toy store purely by chance after hanging out at the Arcade purely by accident and shopping at The Redskins Store purely by necessity. But they had a display out with a plastic red guitar with a little toy microphone on a stand. So Ryan proceeded to push the buttons on the guitar fret with one hand, and grab the microphone with the other while going "La La LAA" and swaying his little butt.
So it seems Mommy watches a lot more MTV when I'm not around than I'd previously thought.