Who does that kid belong to?

Do you ever go somewhere and gaze around you? Take a moment to feel the sunshine on your face, smell the flowers and really scope people out. I like to people watch and sometimes even attempt to lip read or think about what the people are saying, doing or going to do next. Obviously I am easily entertained in my own head! There are times when I watch children but not in a creepy way but just at how they interact. Sometimes I am shocked or amazed at their daily interactions. It never ceases to amaze me at the things kids will do or say thinking no one is watching them. However, there are times when I shout, "AWWW shit that is MY kid!"

There are so many instances that could be documented that I am not sure there would even be a starting or ending point. Yesterday the older three kids had a soccer game within two hours so needless to say I was going back and forth to fields and attempting to entertain the kid not playing at the moment.

Due to the recent monsoons coming through Indiana, the fields were a sloppy muddy mess and the playground had a small pond surrounding it. I highly encouraged Roberto to not investigate the playground but how do you keep a 4 year old away from large puddles of water? I supervised him with the help of his older brother and still watched Kayla play her game. I was cheering for Kayla when I caught a glimpse of a rather peculiar sighting out of the corner of my eye.  At this time, several thoughts went through my head in about a nanosecond.

#1. Who does that kid belong to?

#2 Why does that kid look vaguely familiar to me?

#3 Why is Jacob doubled over in laughter?

#3 Why would a kid choose to pee into a large puddle of water while playing amongst other children?

..... and then "AWWW shit that is my kid!"

I had a moment of where a rush of calmness went through me and I thought that I could ignore the public pee job and just pretend he wasn't my kid. However I figured that would send the wrong message to my kid who has no issues with P.P. (public peeing) I quickly gathered him up and marched him to the restroom so he could finish his job. My only real saving grace was there were not many children in the vicinity of the P.P!

So I end by saying this was not my first mortifying experience with Roberto and his P.P. nor will it probably be the last. Nor will it be the last time I shout," AWWW shit, that is MY kid!"