Grandad’s funeral was yesterday. It was a 90 minute drive away and we were late. My Grandad’s business built the frame of the little church and most of our family were married, baptised or buried there. When we got there, there were as many people sitting outside under the eaves as there were inside on the pews. Our sons, aged 6, 4 and 1, were perfectly behaved for the whole service. We couldn’t believe our luck. Then the time came for me to do the rounds with the relatives. I was just walking back when I see people suddenly step back and laugh. Without any warning, in front of everyone, Master 4 had dropped his pants and peed on the side of the Church. My husband grabbed him and whisked him off to the toilets, but the damage was done.
Certainly one to be retold on his 18th or 21st!
Posted by suzmuzz, 3rd December 2013