When I picked Ender up from school yesterday he was conspicuously wearing the spare pants and underwear that had been tucked into his backpack and stored in his classroom cubby.
I was hoping against hope that some pant destroying tragedy such as spilled juice, a knocked over water activity, half a Santa cut-out stuck to his butt from the art table or anything, really, that doesn't involve bodily fluids would turn out to be responsible.
The fact-finding mission went like this:
Me: Hey buddy - how come you're wearing your spare joggies?
E: I peed in my pants.
Me: How come?
E: I had an accident.
Me: Ok, honey, I get that, but why?
E: Because I didn't go to the bathroom to pee.
Me: I see where you're going with that. But why did you go in your pants instead of in the potty?
E: Oh. It was too bright outside.
Pardon?
Me: Too bright out? I don't understand...
E: I was outside playing and I had to pee and when I looked at the door to the classroom, to go inside to go to the potty, the sun was very very bright in my eyes and I could not see the door! So I couldn't go inside the door to pee.
Me: So - you couldn't get inside to pee because the sun was hurting your eyes?
E: Yes, mommy. It was very very bright.
Me: Well. I have to give you points for creativity. But tomorrow, just ask a teacher to help ok?
E: Ok mommy. Maybe they will have sunglasses or something.
Let's hope...
