Deuce

Oh, what a lovely walk! Just when I picked up my stride with the doublewide, I hear, "I need to go pee." Ainsley had gone just before we left home and we hadn't even made it around the first stretch. Again, "I need to go pee." Fine. I cut through the grass and started making my way to the port-a-potty when Ainsley spots the playground. "We're not going to the playground. Do you really have to pee?" " "Yes," said.

With each step, more dread came over me. I despise stinky port-a-potties and was not looking forward to the time it would take to ready my two year old daughter to go on the potty. We finally reached the blue box and it stunk terribly. TERRIBLY. I whipped out the potty seat from the stroller basket, plopped Ainsley on it and stuck my head out of the door to get some fresh air. I leaned back in, encouraged her to go, and then stuck my head out of the door again. I rushed her out and have no idea if she went or not.

Back in the stroller she went and we were off at a speed walker's pace. Ahhh, what a beautiful day! I was so glad that was over. But then I heard, "I have to go poop." "Really? Really, do you have to go poop?" I asked in the same voice I use when we're in the far back corner of Super Target and she says she has to go potty, all the way in the front of the megastore. "Yes," she said. "Fine. We're going home," I said. "I don't wanna go home!" she exclaimed. I asked her again if she had to go to the bathroom and got the same answer so I turned the stroller around and headed home. The thought of going back to the port-a-potty was just too much. Surely she could make it home. I'd take my chances.

We got home and Ainsley started kicking the leaves around in the backyard while I took Cedar out of the stroller. "Inside!" I demanded. Did she do the deuce? Of course not. But, Cedar did.