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Raising a Future Outdoorsman - February 13, 2004
My son Garrett is four now, and by all accounts, is becoming quite the quintessential "little boy". Case in point:
This week has been wonderful weather wise here in the Northwest - dry, and sunny temperatures getting up to the mid to high 50's. The winter so far as been pretty typical, (except for the batch of snow in early January), so playing outside has been limited to the garage. But this week, Garrett and Sara have actually been able to wander outside without 10 layers of clothes on.
On Sunday afternoon, I carried him outside to get a few whiffs of fresh air. Within the first few minutes of being outside, he was insistent that he be allowed to drop his drawers and pee on the grass. This was due, in most part, to last summer's potty training episodes where he regularly ran around outside without clothes. On several occasions we actually encouraged him to pee on the grass hoping that he would become an expert in urinary art and learning the skill and accuracy necessary to co-exist with a woman someday.
So that day I politely reminded him that he's "a big boy now" and "big boy's use the potty inside." He seemed to accept this and we went back inside to take care of business.
Fast forward to Thursday, and Marie has both kids outside playing in the backyard. As soon as she heads back inside to answer the phone, she glances out to see the artist at work, painting urinary masterpieces into my patchy winter rye.
Now Sara wants to try. Sadly, she is less than equipped to craft art that can keep up with the boy's skills.




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