North American standard of 110-120 volts at 60 Hz

Last weekend I peed into an electric socket.

Hold off the praise for creativity, I must give credit to the bladder which was then full and lacking control. Let's not forget the properly functioning urinary tract for the powerful projectile stream.

Usually after baths I have one big session of pee after the diaper is in place. This time I managed to slither around naked longer than usual. When Mommy paused to catch her breath from chasing after me, I couldn't hold back this sudden pressure within. So when a man's gotta go, a man's gotta go. Maybe the electromagnetic field directed where I happened to aim. Fortunately I was standing on carpeted floor. During the release session, I placed my hand to catch the stream, and apparently that helped break the contact from the electric current which could've traveled up highly conductive liquid and roasted some nuts. In any case, Daddy was yelling while Mommy watched in fascination. When it was over, there was such commotion between them two grown-ups flaring at each other why I didn't have diaper on or why didn't Mommy toss me to the bathroom right away (and spray the stream everywhere within two yards?). I heard hissing and sparkling in the socket, resembling the sound of cold garlic chicken breast in contact with hot foreman grill.

The saddest part of it all? Daddy got zapped while cleaning the puddle.

So much drama for an otherwise simple pee routine.