Just last weekend, we were over a friends’ house. We all have kids, and they were in the basement, happily playing; grownups upstairs chit-chatting. Then, our friend’s son comes up and says “Dan (name changed) went pee-pee!” We figured, okay, he’s 5, he had an accident, no big deal. We’ll get him a change of clothes and be done. We went downstairs and… his pants were dry. Huh? “He peed over there!” (points to corner of basement) WUT?! Yes, our son had to go, so instead of searching and/or asking for the bathroom, he simply went over to the wall, dropped trou, and let loose. Many paper towels and 1/4 bottle of Resolve later, we profusely apologized to our hosts. They were accepting, and laughed it off. Buuut, I’m not sure we’ll get an invite back anytime soon.