A Boy & His Wiener

My son has this thing with his, well thing, or as he calls it, his pecker.  Thanks for that one Papa.  It seems to dicktate(sic) his every move.  I didn't expect this until puberty. Not only does he feel it necessary to let anyone within shouting distance know that his "wee-wee" is too big (that's from my side of the family), but he's likely to whip it out quicker than Sheriff Bart.

We live in a rural area.  The sticks of Southern California, with open spaces and no social graces.  We are the Wal-Mart of Los Angeles County.  What I'm getting at is that we've allowed our son to pee outside on occasion, often without washing his hands.  We're simple folk.

Now that he's three it is starting to lose whatever cuteness one associates with a toddler "watering the trees so they grow big and strong" and starting to resemble something along the lines of the time I got in trouble with the Seattle police after a very drunken Filter concert.  Inappropriate.

It isn't just trees anymore either.  He's all about making anything grow bigger and stronger.  I've had to stop him in parks, shopping centers and most recently Disneyland.

"I want to pee on that candy corn Daddy!" is what he yelled as he took a running leap towards it, one hand on his zipper.

"Whoa! In the bathroom you little weirdo." is what I replied as I chased him through a crowd of amused and/or appalled onlookers.

I caught him.

So is this normal?  I know most men are fairly fascinated with their own stuff, mine is fantastic, but at 3?

Should I just lock it up now until he goes off to college or should I chalk it up to him being ahead of the curve?

Someday he's going to hate me for this post.