Fodder for the wedding speech

Many, many years from now, Owen will bring a girlfriend over for dinner. It will provide a great opportunity to reminisce about that phase he went through when he was three years old.

That phase when he kept trying to pee in weird places.

In recent days, Owen has attempted — sometimes successfully — to piddle in the following places:

• Into the bathtub, while standing on its ledge
• Into the overturned lid of a sandbox, which was filled with, as he called it, "icy water."
• Into the coffee table (it has a lid; but Sue caught it in time)
• From the kitchen, through the open door into the backyard
• On a brochure promoting Thomas the Tank Engine (this was on the floor next to his potty and may not have been the intended target, but rather collateral damage)
• Into a wine glass. (I caught him sitting on the couch, glass held over his private bits. I think in this instance he was thinking of using the stemware rather than the toilet in an effort to avoid missing a crucial part of Mighty Machines. Future visitors can rest assured that the glass, which was not actually peed in, has been sterilized nevertheless.)

Are all toddlers this crazy?