Sigh. I sidestepped the initial, erm, fountain, and was feeling rather pleased with myself for having thought to leave a wipe on the offending organ. I cleaned him up in the sink, which pissed him right off, so I decided I might as well use the snot sucker on him while he was already unhappy.
Then he was feeling (and sounding) so tragic -- little legs pumping, clenched fists and purple face -- that I picked him up for a consoling, motherly hug, something I know better than to do while he's naked.
And he pissed right down my front, the little bugger!
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