The spud is discovering the joys of being a bloke in training, by which I mean the ability to whip down one's trews and wee on whatever is handy. Often when faced with an ordinary loo, even while bouncing up and down and clutching his nether regions, he will deny until the point of tears and shouting and falling down struggling that a wee is nigh, however offer him the chance to piss up against a tree and he cannot get his trousers down fast enough.
The other day we went to the playground here at Grandparent central and I could see him walking along the top of the climbing frame doing his wee wee dance. The frog and I took turns cajoling him into coming down and having a wee against a tree but this time he wasn't the slightest bit interested. He ran from one end of the frame to the other shouting 'no wee wee tree, no wee wee, wee wee gone don't want it' until the Frog with a determined set to his jaw climbed the frame to get him down, at which point he declared 'no wee wee tree, wee wee slide!', marched to the top of the slide and started to take down his pants with the express intent of weeing down it.
I blame the meeja myself, this morning he watched Dora the Explorer going on and on about a 'water spout' which was a tap running water down a slide' and one of the endlessy repeated episodes of the awful 'Third and Bird' has the birds building a slide and then pouring water down it to make it faster.
Thank the gods we were alone in the playground so nobody was there to see him being carried off the frame by his father, pants around his ankles and then made to pee forcefully up against the nearest pine. The fact that we are out in the wilderness here and the playground is ringed with brush and full of deer poo hopefully mitigates this unsociable behaviour somewhat; god knows what we're going to do once we're back in the relatively cultured wilds of Brixton.