Don't Piss on Me

A 3-year-old boy sat on my lap with his pants wetted. I sort of detected the odor of pee, but I was able to understand fully what it was when the preschool teacher said to the boy that he must have wetted his pants.

Two 6-year-old girls were chatting. One of them looked at me and said to the other, "I want him to become my dad." "Why don't you ask your mom about it?" responded the other. "If my mom and dad got into fight, maybe he could become my dad." But I don't think I am ready to become a father, though I very much appreciate her affection.