Joshua is a vigorous dreamer. He tosses. He turns. He kicks. And, on occasion, he talks. The talking usually comes when he’s coming close to waking up and there’s been more than a few occasions where we’ve found him up and talking or, sadly, standing in front of his closet crying. We’ve always wondered what goes through the little guy’s head and the other day we got a crazy glimpse when (after pulling his 5:30 am ninja creep from his bed to ours) he woke up, grabbed MCs face and said, “Mama, do you know where my mouse is that has garbage on it and flies?”
Everyone who’s spent a day at our place knows that if Joshua is outside, he’s got a special little place he takes care of the business (the number one business, that is). The pilgrims had Plymouth Rock, WWE had The Rock and Joshua has his Pee rock (much to the chagrin of some folks). Well, times are a changin, as it’s no longer acceptable to stand in full view– Joshua’s discovering the art of discretion and the concealment powers of bushes and trees. As we were out in the backyard playing some frisbee, Joshua climbed onto the deck and stood behind the West facing Flowering Pear tree (which is wedged between two bushes), “This is my favorite pee spot, Papa. It’s a good hiding place. A robot used to live here.”
