We went to the doctor the other day for my son’s nine month checkup. The doctor took his diaper off, and left it off for quite a while, to check all of his vitals, his weight and his height.
While holding my son as he was standing on the exam bed, he began to pee off the edge like a little cherub fountain. I realized I’m officially a mom when I didn’t back away in horror, but stood in front of the stream of urine so that he wouldn’t pee on the floor because the diaper was out of reach. Furthermore, I never changed my clothes because I figured “Hey, urine is sanitary, right?” But also because I was too tired to care at the moment.