Visiting a relative… decided to take the kids to McDonald’s. We didn’t really have a choice once the big yellow arches were within view. “I found it, I see it. There it is,” shouts James excitedly from the backseat.
The PlayPlace was spectacular. A lovely play (pun intended) on a fancy tree fort.
Before entering the “tree”, I double checked potty status. “Anybody have to go potty?”
Elsa has been good about telling me when she has to go so I wasn’t concerned when she said no, although I was a little skeptical. She takes two steps into the tree, comes back down and pees on the first step. Did I mention there was a huge birthday party going on, complete with 10-12 screaming 4-year olds? I quickly whisk another boy away from the growing puddle and pleadingly look to another nearby mother for assistance.
I still carry an extra pair of pants, underwear, and socks so we were all good. But, what to do with the wet clothes? I had no plastic bag. That’s where that “just in case” diaper comes in. Wrap it up, baby! Yes, that’s a wet, pink sock peeking out.
Ingenuity, I say.
