Summer seems to have finally arrived in Rochester, and for many of us, that means more time in the car traveling to activities or visiting family that lives out of town.
By the grace of God, our son recently potty trained. While in the heavens there was great exultation at this incredible development milestone, our thoughts turned to wise words from The Lion King: Be Prepared.
So…nigh on 2 years ago, our oldest achieved the same milestone as we prepared for a trip from Rochester to Myrtle Beach, SC. So a 30 month old and 6 month old sat like cherubs in the back of our Honda CRV as we disembarked for the beach.
I don’t think we made out of New York before our daughter exclaimed in mild panic:
The virtues of this potty can be summarized as such:
1. Sturdy and portable (with those all important side bars for stability when hunkering down)
2. Separate receptacle for catching waste (so you can pull over and “dump” it)
3. Arm & Hammer insert (to keep the odoriferous factor sanely controlled)
“I need potty!”
Thankfully, I married well and wisely. My wife suggested that we bring the portable potty.
I never realized I could get so close to the steering wheel as my wife helped maneuver our daughter behind my seat to drop trowel and properly relieve herself into said receptacle, which we had packed as a last second precaution for the road.
As fortune would have it, my daughter felt so moved to have a bowel whilst we were stuck in the throws of stand-still traffic outside of the fabulous District of Columbia. As our son was screaming to be fed by his mother, our oldest lost a pound or two in the loo. The loo located directly behind the driver's seat.
So…this is all by way of saying: Be prepared, listen to your wife, and pack a potty. It’s no joke.