Don't pee in my yard and tell me it's raining

For the second time, I've had to tell a spawn of Satan, I mean child, not to pee in my yard.  Really!?!?  It's my yard.  Where I enjoy my glass of wine.  Where I wash the car.  Where I watch the rockin' Hawaiian sunset.  It's not where I want to see you drop trou and hose down my grass and the neighbors toys!  I kept hearing CCR's "Bad Moon Rising" in my head with that little shit's bare butt running around my yard...