Don’t you just love parents?

**Chrissy89** · January 22, 2023

I’m currently on my way home from my mum and dad’s house where we’ve just had Sunday dinner.

Having drunk my weight in juice during the afternoon’s visit, there came a point just before the meal that I had to relieve myself. I had slowly been feeling the pressure building beneath the waist line of my super skinny jeans for about an hour or so, but was far too engrossed in beating everyone at Mariokart that I never bothered going.

Now my childhood home, is a typical 70’s style council build with the bathroom downstairs. It’s relatively small and long, and it echoes - always has done, although it’s worse since they got the wall panels put in…. I went in, closed the door behind me, giving the lock a little slide just to secure it shut. As I stood above the toilet I undid the tight button pressing against my lower abdomen, enjoying that split second feeling of being able to properly breathe again whilst quickly wriggling them down to just above my knees - ah the joys of wearing spray on skinny jeans, and not going all afternoon 🤣. Now, being totally familiar with mum and dad’s house and not wanting to be heard, I shuffled forward ever so slightly on the seat just to make sure I won’t be loud and began to pee. “Aaaahhhhhh” yes, we all know and enjoy that feeling too well!

As I finished up, flushed and washed my hands, I heard the sound of my dad’s voice through the open window, in the garden on the phone. Feeling way more comfortable, I yanked up my pants and jeans in another wiggle routine (that I really ought to film to get a right good laugh!) re-did the button and headed back through, the smell of mums macaroni cheese and garlic bread filling the air as I clicked open the door. It was time to eat.

As we sat down at the table, my dad, who’s always been a bit of a joker who enjoys relishing in the embarrassment of others (love him really!) turned and looked at me directly with a big sarcastic smile on his face and said “Is that the fire out Christina?” Feeling rather puzzled I just shrugged my shoulders and a mutter of “ehh?” came out my mouth. My dad slightly rephrased his question: “Could you pee any harder in the toilet?” Bursting out laughing as he finished speaking.

🙈😐 Oh my God! Are you serious right now?

This food better either choke me dead or I need to fall off the seat! I looked across the table, my boyfriend and mother both in stitches, my firetruck obsessed four-year-old then piped up: “Mummy, was there really a fire in the toilet? - did you pee hard on it?” Omg, noooooo!

By now everyone was in teary eyed hysterics. I honestly could’ve died. 🤣

I didn’t think that I peed that hard that it could be heard from outside the bathroom window! “Oh my god, who else heard it?” I squealed, dying in embarrassment.

I succumbed to defeat, head in my hands and just laughed it off, unsure of how to respond or with any sort of comeback prepared ready to put him in his place.