What it takes to be a man

So I have come to the conclusion that I have a much more childish mind than Anne. It is quite evident based on the type of blogs that I write versus what Anne writes. And I have decided that it is just who I am. Does this mean I don't have a serious bone in my body. Maybe. But I just remember the funny stuff so much more.
So this is a memory I have from about 12 years ago. We were having a get together from church. Games inside and volleyball outside. We lived in a house with two bathrooms which at this time were not in use.
So we had a lovely game of volleyball going on when my eldest son walked outside, onto the volleyball at the ripe old age of four, dropped his shorts and proceeded to urinate on the volleyball court. In my head I am trying to remember when he saw me peeing outside. I will admit that  being able to go outside and relieve your self is one of the many benefits to being a man.
It was then that I realized that I had talked to him about this but clearly the part about finding a tree and getting a little privacy was not communicated well enough. Clearly I had failed my son at this time. So later that day Jacob and I walked outside, found a tree, and I helped educate him on the finer points of being a man. Countless campouts and 12 years of experience later I am pleased to announce he is competent at this task. I think. Well it's not like I test him ever. That would be awkward.