While at the Biergarten today my daughter walked back from the play area holding my 2 year old sons hand as he said “Papa, pee pee” repeatedly. I proudly took his hand and lead him toward the toilet as my proud wife explained to our ‘friends’ how fantastically fast he has grasped toilet the whole toilet training thing. We found a cubicle, I opened his little dungarees and lifted him up so he could reach and said “now pee pee” and could see and hear as he pushed a squeezed with all his might to force out a little jet of pee, but unfortunately he simultaneously sprayed my immaculately white shorts and his dungarees with curry coloured shit. I had no choice but to wipe off as much as i could and carry my ‘naked from the waist down’ boy in front of my shit stained self back to our table where my mortified missus gathered up every thing as quick as possible so we could race through the roaring crowd. Anyway, that was about midday, he doesn’t normally pooh until after his afternoon nap, so I guess that was a ‘Random Shite’!