Bears & Aidan
On the long, 33 mile drive from our home in Thousand Oaks to school/work in Burbank…
A: Mommy, does Aidan poop in the woods?
Me: No, only bears poop in the woods.
A: What if bears and Aidan poop in the woods?
Me: Buddy, do you have to poop?
A: Yeah.
Me: Can you hold it?
A: No.
Me: Alright then.
I put on my flashers, pulled to the shoulder of the 5 freeway and helped the little man squat and poop on the side of the road, balancing his butt cheeks in my hands. It was a surprisingly no-mess situation. After squeezing it out, he turned around to pee on his poop (of course). I used the wipes from the glove box to tidy up his toosh and then we were back on the road.
A: Mommy, bears and Aidan poop in the woods.
Me: Yup.
