A few weeks ago we were driving down to Cincinnati to visit some friends. We passed a rest stop and I made the usual announcement "Rest stop coming up. Who needs to go? We won't be stopping again so if you need to go, you need to tell me now." You know how this story ends. Of course I have no takers and no one needs to go the restroom.
One mile later...
"Mom, I need to poop." No. We had just passed the rest stop one second to hearing it.
So now, we are in the middle of nowhere with the next rest stop 45 miles away.
I start looking for McDonalds.
Miles pass. Kyle is squirming. He starts yelling. We start yelling back.
"Squeeze your cheeks. You can hold it! You can do it Kyle. We will find a place. Keep squeezing Kyle! Keep Squeezing Kyle."
We spy a Target. I have never been so happy to see a Target! We pull in and I jump out to pull him out of the van ASAP.
As I open the sliding door, I see Kyle squeezing his face and his cheeks as hard as he can.
The Open Road
4 years ago