That one time when we visited our sweet elderly neighbor......

So, there was this one time (tonight actually) where I decided it was high time to thank our sweet elderly neighbor for making us some corn chowder before Dylan was born.

Our neighbor will be 80 years old this week.  He is hard of hearing, so you have to talk really loud and face him if you want him to understand you and you have to expect that most of the neighborhood will have some idea of what you are conversing about, because he talks REALLY loud.  But bless his heart, he is just about the sweetest old guy out there.  He made us this corn chowder from scratch.  He peeled the corn off the cob and everything. But I digress....

I put Ryan and Dylan in the double stroller and hauled their combined weight over to his house with a hot pink THANK YOU card with a sparkly flower on it (Hey, it's what I could find Ok.) He seemed delighted to have our company and we were invited to sit down with him in his backyard.  

I had only expected to make a short trip....but bless his heart.....he was so excited to have company.  His daughter happened to be visiting too.  So while we discussed various birds that nested in his yard and the surrounding wildlife and flower gardens and such, Ryan ran around testing out various sticks and rocks and their effects on, oh, his CAR and what would happen if he dropped them in this man's bubbling garden fountain.   I kept checking behind me every few minutes to make sure nothing too devastating was happening.  Ryan appeared to be winding down.  He was simply trying to break into the man's house, which was locked.  That seemed safe enough.  I started to relax.  What a MISTAKE!

Suddenly, right in the middle of our conversation about wild turkeys, my neighbor's daughter clasped her hands over her mouth and made a gasping sort of noise.  I turned around quickly knowing it had something to do with Ryan and prepared to take away whatever it was he wasn't supposed to have or was about to break.....to come face to face with.....

My son's naked butt.  He had his pants around his ankles and was watering my neighbor's car.  He was taking a leak.  Peeing.  I. Was. Horrified.

And I don't think I've ever moved so fast.

And bless his heart.  All my neighbor said was "Son do you need to go to the bathroom?"  To which Ryan cheerfully replied "No, I done."