Age is inversely proportional to the excitement over using a porta-potty.



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  1. such sage truth!

    i learned to hate ’em young, though…i went to a music/camping festival with 70,000 of my closest friends in high school, and by the end of the week, those “honey pots” were piling up over the seats. you just don’t get over visions like that.

  2. Ah, this brings back memories of when I had to take all three of my tiny kids into a Port-a-Pottie in the 120 degree summer of ’96 Olympics. Good times.

  3. My birthday’s coming. I’m knocking on 40’s door. And I would rather wet my pants than use a portapotty.

  4. I love it! (but I hope you gave him a bath in Purell afterwards. just sayin…)

  5. On the way to school today my boys yelled ‘MOM look! That is so awesome!” I looked while driving and next to me was a guy towing a porta-potty on it own little trailer. They thought htis was the coolest thing ever. “Mom a potty on WHEELS!-don’t you wanna put that on your blog?”

    Ah. NO.

  6. Did he know what was in there? Because I’m thinking if he got even a whiff of it, then that smile would be replaced by bulging cheeks and a suppressed gag.