Sneaky Little Boy

Last night we were at a friend's house watching a movie. Sawyer was being a good boy, but as babies do, he filled his diaper up. So I took him and we sat on the floor. I undid the diaper to find a typical and yet always impressive display of gastrointestinal fortitude, and then all of us were distracted by a pivotal point in the movie. I held Sawyer still on the floor, letting him air out for a minute with the protective cover of his old diaper under him while we watched the big screen. Then the emotional movie moment was over and I turned my attention back to the baby on the floor. I looked down to see a single tear sliding down his cheek. He hadn't screamed and cried, hadn't made a sound; he'd simply shed one tear following a very sad moment in the movie. We all looked at him with a collective "aww" of adoration at the obviously cute coincidence.

Then I grabbed his shirt to lift it and continue the diaper change. But my hand instinctively pulled back when it felt a very wet piece of felt. My eyes honed in on a now apparent puddle of slightly yellowish liquid pooled under Sawyer's head, above his right shoulder. As it turned out, he had not at all shed a tear for the plight of the movie's lead character, but rather had silently turned himself into one of those 15th century little boy stone fountains while we were all distracted. The Fontaine de Sawyer had shot pee straight up in the air, which then came straight back down, all without a peep of sound, and all in the exact moment when we were distracted from the movie.

Well done my boy. I hope you got good chuckle out of that one...