House of Rocks and the Impressive Stream

Robbie wants boulders.  Today we went on what we market to the children as "an adventure" to the House of Rocks to search for rocks, boulders, and flagstone for the front landscaping that we plan to personally install next weekend.  The adventure for Henry transformed from the opportunity to do his homework in the van while his parents looked at boulders to a pee emergency after consuming a whole bottle of Gatorade post-soccer game.  He was crying he needed a restroom so badly.  We were in the back of a gravel lot with loads of rocks piled from hither to yon.  I started walking him towards the distant storefront building, but the way he was physically attempting to hold back the pee convinced me an immediate solution was in order.  We slipped between two giant piles of rocks that were on the edge of a wooded  area overlooking a stream below.  My city son has little experience with such outdoor endeavors, so his stream shot skyward before descending like a rainbow's arc.  We both found the distance of his pee stream incredibly hilarious, which caused Henry to shake with laughter.  I was shocked by the volume released (so maybe there was a reason to cry), and he finally said, "That feels better."  "I imagine," I replied.  As usual, I never would have gone to the House of Rocks envisioning such a funny mothering memory made.