The little man just peed on my arm. The lad is often too distracted, doing whatever it is he does, that he doesn’t acknowledge the need to go until the last minute. A moment ago I saw him paralyzed by just such a realization, replete with an “oh shit” look on his face. I went into crisis management mode and ushered him into the bathroom as quickly as possible. As he was fiddling with his pants I flipped the toilet seat up for him…thus ensuring my arm was directly in the line of fire. At least his aim is improving.