And by stream of thought, I really mean stream of urine. You'll see. It involves two out of the three in this photo.
Matt came inside with his 'something bad just happened' eyes, and Jaco sheepishly trailed in behind him.
'He peed on the lights!' Matt whispered.
'The neighbors lights around the light pole.'
Oh, no big deal, I thought. We don't typically let him relieve himself on other people's things, but it happens once in a blue moon, and since it's outdoors and it rains regularly...I figured it would be okay,
'They all blew out! There was a pop and they were all gone.' Matt told me. Not just the light pole lights, but EVERY SINGLE OUTSIDE LIGHT they had put up was out.
We went back and forth between going over right then and fessing up, or just hoping that the lights came back on. The next day Matt and Brandon (our brother-in-law) pulled off a covert reset-the-breaker operation and voila! The lights are back.
Fast forward to last night, and mid diaper change, Jack wrestled himself away from me, toddled over to the wooden manger scene we have out for him to play with, and christened the whole shebang, looked down, and said 'Behbeh' like, oh look...I just peed on Baby Jesus.
Lesson learned? I have no idea. But I'm keeping my eye on Matt, this inappropriate urination location disease might be catching.