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we still carry a potty in our van. actually, we took the backseat out of the van so that we could fit some big stuff in there at christmas time; it's never gone back in, so brooke likes to think of that space as her own personal room, including toileting facilities. there have been many, many times when it has saved us, like when we're at a park where the bathrooms are locked or non-existent. or when we go to the grocery store in july, get everything loaded into the van to go home; then suddenly she has a desperate need to pee that didn't arrive until just that second. or when we're in a traffic jam on the highway; need to go; can't even get off an exit. this potty has saved us from many, many moments of peepee panic. (i wish i could use it since i'm often just as guilty as brooke about needing to go when there are no facilities available. i haven't tried it yet, but one day i may be desperate enough. i'll let you know if it happens; how it turns out.)
one time, i was loading some stuff into the van at toys-r-us; while i was doing so, brooke crept around to her potty and went. i think she secretly holds it sometimes just because she likes using it more than public bathrooms. maybe it feels scandalous or exotic to pee in the car. i don't know.
anyway, she calls out, "mom, i used my potty!"
me, "okay, fine. let me come around to the back so i can dump it in the back of the parking lot. you didn't throw the tissue into the pee again did you?"
brooke, "weeeelllll.... noo.... i didn't put the tissue in."
me, "so what's the problem? what did you do?"
brooke, "uummm... i.... pooped."
i closed the door and mentally had a mini tantrum. we were just inside a store where there was a flushing toilet. and plenty of toilet paper. but did she use it? NO! she'd rather take a dump in the hot van in august and then put the soiled tissues into the little van trash can.
ok, too late to be mad. at least she didn't crap herself. now, what to do with it. normally with a pee pot i'd find a grassy spot at the edge of the parking lot or at least the far back of a parking lot where people generally don't go and pour it there. this was a different situation. i couldn't very well toss the log into the toys-r-us parking lot and i didn't relish the idea of carrying it up to the building to where there were trash cans and disposing of it in view of other customers. so i can't get rid of it here. what other options do i have? we're not heading home yet where i could dispose of it properly and since it's august, i don't want to cart it around with us where it will get really ripe sitting in the car during our next few errands.
maybe i could smear mud over my license plate and put on dark glasses and a hat and sling it out the window while driving to our next stop. but with my luck, i'd throw it into the open window of a car next to us and then be hunted by an angry, poop smeared ex-con. or i'd chicken out at the last second and sort of hesitate in mid-throw, causing it to mostly stay inside the van, sliding down the inside of the driver's door, splattering me in the process.
or it might just slide down the outside of my van and i wouldn't know and i'd go through the drive-through at taco bell and the person working would be like, "ma'am, is that.... poop stuck to your door?"
or it would splash while sitting on the passenger seat before i found the perfect pitching moment and then i'd have to clean the seat. or before i had the chance to pitch it, someone in a taller vehicle than mine would drive up alongside of me and look over and spot the hot pink poop-filled pot and then look at me in horror and realize that they know me and actually they're one of my customers and then i lose my job. or i'd be holding the pot in my hand, waiting for the perfect moment to roll down and toss and i'd get rear ended and it would all go up in my face and i'd have some explaining to do when an officer showed up on the scene. "yes officer, that is feces on my forehead.... yes, it is pee soaking my shirt. no, i haven't been drinking. i was just planning to throw a bucket of shit out the window of my moving vehicle when there was a gap in traffic. no, it's not my own shit. no, i didn't collect it from someone else... it was in the back of my van... no, i already told you, i haven't been drinking!"
eventually i found what seemed like an acceptable solution to me and i pulled into the back of the target parking lot to one of those places where there's a bit of grass and a tree between parking spots and i crouched low, walking stealthily and poured out the mess into the wood chip area at the base of the tree. i know, it's gross and horrible, but i thought at least there's a possibility that whoever finds it will think that it must have been a dog who left that deposit. i mean, who would have ever guessed the truth?
OH MY GOD! NO! THIS STORY UPSETS ME! Sherilin! Damn, kids are WEIRD.