My Cherub

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Every once in a while, in the middle of a conversation, Azul will make a mad dash to the back door, open it, and run outside to the grass to pee. He does know not to go on the patio or the flowers, so that’s a good thing, I guess. This last time this happened, when he came back in, I asked him, “Why do you pee outside instead of going to the bathroom?” He answered, still pulling up his pants, “I like peeing outside!” Resigned, all I could say was, “Okay.”

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