AHHH more pee

In keeping with my title page theme, I thought I would expound on the subject of defecation. That's a great start to your morning coffee, huh?! A couple of weekends ago, we were camping with some friends. I really enjoyed camping- - - when I was a kid. I have come to realize in the last couple of years that camping is really not all that fun. First, there is the work. And there is a lot of work, as I go camping with basically everything but the house. Second, there is the dirt. I don't especially enjoy being dirty. Third, there are the bugs. Enough said. Fourth, showers, or rather lack thereof. I REALLY like showers. And last, at least for this short list, is the bathrooms. I don't know how many of you camp, but there are no flush potty's. So we have to use the 'Fall Down Potty's' as the boys call them. Now, getting a newly potty trained little girl to go pee in an end of summer, hot, stinky, buggy, rather full, fall down potty is a trick, so we mostly went on a tree, cleverly nicknamed "Scarlett's Pee Tree".

This is not the funniest part, at least to me. We have a rule, that boys go pee on the trees not in the potty. This, as you can image, is NOT a tough rule to enforce. This particular camping trip we were with some friends of ours. They, too have little boys; it was time to go, and we adults were busy packing up. We had had a tremendous thunderstorm and had been trapped under our shelter for awhile. Everyone was wet, cold, hungrey, and "thirsty". We didn't want to try and restart the fire with wet wood, and truthfully, I was wanting a shower- shocking:) SO, we decided to throw all the stuff in the cars and come back down the mountain to have our camping dinners and finish the sleepover in our basement. At least the kids were. I was finishing camping in my bed.

We were ready to load the boys up, as the girls were already in the car ready to go. We (the mothers) said to our boys: "Please go pee before we leave, everyone pick a tree to pee on and let's get going!" We then turned around to finish up. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the boys giggling....I looked more closely AND... they were all standing obediently at different trees. BUT, instead of peeing on their respective tree, they were all facing each other, about to pee all over themselves! Can you picture it?! Four young boys, with some serious pressure hoses, facing each other, after having large amounts of juice and being contained to a shelter for a looong time during the storm? HOLY SMOKES! We would have had not only wet boys, but wet with PEE boys. Both mama's started freaking out "TURN AROUND!! TURN AROUND!!! You can't FACE each other and pee, you must pee on your TREE!"

What can you do but laugh ... until a little pee comes out?