Tonight, as usual, I had a shower and was just about to go to bed, so I picked chuck up and took him to the toilet. I had just knelt in front of him to turn him around to point at the toilet, when I felt a warm steady stream of liquid on my stomach, I looked down at my shirt in shock and realised that my son, half asleep, was peeing on me! I immediately said "Charlie! Charlie! Stop! Stop!" Charlie stopped, mid-stream, opened his eyes sleepily and stared at me for half a second, and then proceeded to start to wee again, all over me! It was completely disgusting of course, but it just struck me as the funniest thing, and I got a terrible case of the giggles as I tried to get him to stop again. Eventually he finished, and pulled his pants back up dazedly. Then he trotted off back to bed, still mostly asleep.
I really, really do love being a parent. I would laugh so much less if Charlie wasn't in my life.
(Also, I have an excellent story for his twenty first!)