oh my goodness.
tonight, my almost three year old son, who thinks he’s Batman (except for the times when he thinks he’s Spiderman or Superman), peed on my 4 1/2 year old daughter.

yes, you read that right.
peed on her.
pulled his pants down and just peed, right on her shirt.

i didn’t even know how to respond. my first instinct was to laugh, but, of course, no good mother laughs at something like this. so, i put him on the steps and i took away one of his precious blankets. i didn’t know what else to do. i tried asking him why he did it, but he was just smiling at himself….he was obviously proud and didn’t feel one ounce of remorse.

it was really the first time i was at a complete loss and had to wait until the husband showed up to take control. he didn’t really know what to do either. it’s not like there’s a book that tells you what to do when your son pees on your daughter…