After The Mayor used the potty I returned the pull up and pants to their upright and locked position.
I must not have done it exactly right because The Mayor furiously worked to adjust the... uh... the wee package.
He gripped and groped like the star of an MTV video, but became increasingly frustrated because he couldn't achieve the desired results.
"Here. Let me help you," I offered.
I reached in and moved the equipment to the Downward Facing Dog position.
"Do you sometimes need to rearrange the position of your penis?" I asked.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"When it rains."
Ladies, the Outside-Pants Ball Grab Maneuver indicates -- rain coming.