No response as he continues to watch the PBS info special about saving water and recycling.
3 minutes later as J and I come downstairs...
"R?...........R?..........hello?!?!?" I look all around the downstairs and then I hear that little "devlish" belly laugh.
"He'z down da stairz Nurse Miss Kew-wee"
"Yes, J. He is. Let's Go!"
I turn the corn and what do I see?
****R, standing on the top of the stool, peeing (or at least trying to aim) into the trash barrel.****
"R! What are you doing?"
"I'm peeing into the barrel
Now folks, how do you argue with that?