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My Wife just Said… #113

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“I have to pee so bad I’m ready to break out the little one’s travel potty.” -Elizabeth

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do when someone’s gotta go. Even when it’s the parent who’s gotta go.

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14 Responses to “My Wife just Said… #113”

  1. Alan says:

    Better than a water bottle. Or an empty Big Gulp cup.


  2. Melanie says:

    I have totally done this. More than once. I think it’s genius, myself, especially on camping trips. 🙂

    • Andy says:

      I was pretty awed when she did it on a camping trip in front of me. She had another look on her face other than awe when I made motions to hunker down on the thing myself. I was banned.

  3. Laurie says:

    Been there, minus the seemingly convenient travel potty!

  4. Nathan says:

    could be worse…. could be looking at the diaper bag going “hmmmm that dosen’t seem like a bad idea”

  5. Lori says:

    Great tip!!ha!!

  6. Jo says:

    Ha! Have potty, will travel! Great! At least you had a remedy! 😉

  7. ha ha. Forget trips. In our house, we only have one bathroom, and it is upstairs. When I’m looking after two twin toddlers downstairs and I have to pee, well, I just sit right down on that lil thing. I remind myself its okay because I’m modeling a desired behavior, just like the potty training books say.

  8. Eep! Flashback alert…

    My parents used to take my sister and I to Florida twice a year (a two day drive from Windsor, Ontario). We folded the back seats down in our van, plugged the sega into the mini tv/vcr combo they plugged into the cigarette lighter, had lots of blankets, and a potty (just in case.)

    The thing is, my sister and I never used the potty, but my mom would crawl back every trip to use it at least twice. The potty is built to fit the bladder of a child, not a mom. Her pee filled up to the top and we were freaked out until the next rest stop that it would spill on us.

    What a hilariously bad memory. Nightmare worthy even.

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