So I was helping to babysit a couple kids, one of them a three-year-old boy. And I really needed to go number one. Even though he surely would have survived me not watching him the two minutes it takes to urinate, I figured it’s better to have the best of both worlds. Why close the bathroom door when I could keep it open and keep an eye on him at the same time?
So I walked to the toilet, and he predictably follows through the open door. “No big deal, it’s just a kid,” I reiterated mentally, whipping out my manhood to complete the call of nature. What I didn’t expect is the kid’s reaction. His eyes widened, and he started to reach out towards my crotch. By this time, the urine had started to flow, so there wasn’t a convenient way to dodge or cover up. Fortunately, he ended up merely pointing at it (granted, the tip of his finger was only 5mm away from actual contact).
Belatedly, I realized that my penis would look absolutely huge to the underdeveloped version he currently has as a three-year-old. No wonder he was enthralled.
By the time I finished peeing, my penis’ hypnotic grip over the kid was broken. The stench from the urine in the toilet extracted a cry of “Stinky!” from him, so I flushed the toilet and zipped up. Any uncomfortability wafted away like a corpse’s stench whisked off by a refreshing zephyr.