Before we move on from poo, there are a few other stories worth sharing.
Every parent has experienced that moment: when your child announces they have to go and just cannot hold it. Pre-corona days, it was somewhat of a joke in our house. Riley would ask to go use Aunt Meredith’s potty when we were literally 30 seconds from our house; she just didn’t seem to be able to leave the house without requiring a stop somewhere.
We’ve become more selective now: it’s the toilet in the RV or you are using a bush in the forest. This seems simple enough unless your new puppy barks when her tiny humans are separated from her and howls the entire time they are discreetly trying to go in the wilderness.
Speaking of using the wilderness, there was one time when we were on the beach at Lake Ontario and John asked a man if the path he and his adult son had exited went back around to the campground. The man ignored his first inquiry, and when John persisted, he turned red in the face and said something about it not being a path to anywhere.
There is also the time when we glanced out our sliding glass door and noticed new neighbors across the gravel road who were engaging in some weird activities outside their car. The couple had a tent which was unique in itself as this was a large, pull-through full hook-up site. However, they took turns going behind a curtain attached to the side of their car. They seemed to be squatting or sitting, but we couldn’t actually see what they were doing. It was strange enough to catch our attention. We finally realized that this curtain was approximately where the sewage line was located on their property. The man behind the curtain was completing his morning obsolutions.
In the words of Shrek, “Its better out than in.”