Wo yiaw niao niao!

Wo yiaw niao niao! Wo yiaw niao niao! "I want to pee! I want to pee!" cried Maita as I was driving the van down to our basement parking spot. "I want to pee! I want to pee!" "Mama, can I pee on your pants?" cried my desperate daughter as she sat on her mama's lap. Noo! Wait! Hold it! cried my wife in panic. I stopped the van in front of the door to the elevator and let them get down quickly before I go to our parking spot.

I parked the van and walked to the elevator. As I was walking, I wondered whether they made it to the toilet. Not seeing any wet spots on the floor or the elevator, I figured that they made it. We live on the 21st floor so the elevator ride would take some time from the level 2 basement parking area. When I reached our apartment, I was surprised to get there ahead of my wife and daughter. L tells me then that she had to let Maita pee on the first floor. But there's no toilet there, I remarked. L took Maita to the back, found a grass spot and let Maita fertilize the grass. And L had a wet spot on her jeans to show for it!