First poop in a porta-potty.
Did you know the average four year old asks around 400 questions a day? I got to be in a HOT (it was 96 and humid yesterday here peoples) porta-potty listening to 800 questions about porta-potties and their contents while holding a little pooping boy so he didn't fall in.
Ironically I kept an emergency potty in the trunk of my car for A YEAR and I took it out because we never had an emergency.
I'd like to burn some of those images and questions from my brain now, please.
8 comments:
Oh no! THE HORROR! Now Alex is going to be begging you to stop at a port-a-potty so he can poop. LOL!
Ooodles of empathy. I did the same in Oregon recently (answering Jessie's questions), while Melody screamed at the top of her lungs that I was going to drop her in.
Good times.
I have to say I might have been tempted to find a wooded area over the porta-potty.
EWWWW!!!!! I'm sure with a few years of therapy you'll be OK.
Oh, and the average 4 year old only asks 400 questions a day? It seems like so many more.
Only thing worse would have been if you were at Cary Lazy Days. Folks beating on the door since it's always hella crowded or would have been juggling a bag of kettle corn as well as holding Alex over the hole.
Oh yes - the little potty in the car. I keep mine in the back seat and was thinking the other day that I should put it in the trunk. The trunk, after all, is more discreet . It has been a real necessity from time to time. We live in an area where “alternate side of the street parking” governs our life. Waiting in the car for often an hour isn’t so bad because you can read stories, sing songs, play games. It can be real bonding time. But when the 4 year old says “I can’t hold it” I have to believe her and that back seat potty has been used. I hope that I use the utmost discretion when pouring the contents into the gutter. Now you have given me another reason to keep it in the car - port-a-potties are definitely off limits.
So much of parenting involves repressing things you never thought you'd see. Calmly picking up poop, closely examining weird rashes on another's body, picking someone elses nose (sometimes a tissue isn't enough). The glamour of parenthood can be overwhelming.
I will never, ever, get rid of car potty. I am now convinced. I have also contemplated using it myself at times. Although I doubt if my, ahem, fig bat butt (as Z likes to say) would fit.
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