I know this has happened to all mamas of potty-trained kids one time or another.
You ask your child, “Before we start, do you need to go to the bathroom?”
Mom (suspiciously): “Are you SUURRRRRE?”
Child: “Mom, I told you already. I don’t need to go!”
Mom: “Okay then.”
Then you go wherever you’re going… and it’s surely some place without a nearby restroom. And then your child says:
“Mommmm, I’ve gotta poop REALLLLYYYYY BAAADDDDD.”
You Know Where I’m Going with This
Yep, that’s what happened earlier this week when Fadra (from All Things Fadra) and I went hiking. It was an impromptu playdate. We both needed out of the house and so we grabbed some sandwiches, had a picnic and set off on a little hike by a lake.
I was pretty stoked because I got to wear my Kelty pack… something Daddy Roo usually gets the “honor” of. Little Roo tried to climb in it pretty much as soon as I pulled it out of the car.
The walk to this part of the lake was pretty uneventful. Little Roo pointed at stuff and babbled mostly nonsense (except “airplanneeee!”). The older guys looked for the white dots to mark the trail and talked about leaves.
We were about 15 minutes from the restrooms, which were near our cars.
Oh boy. We’d better get going.
Big Roo was on a mission. He didn’t have time to enjoy the hike and I didn’t have time to chat with Fadra. By this time, Little Roo (and my lower back) were done with the carrier so he was walking. And we all know how slow toddlers can walk. Plus that kid was in full-on exploration mode.
So, Big Roo and I turned our leisurely hike into a hiking sprint while Fadra walked with Little Roo and her son Evan (who’s camouflaged somewhere in this picture). At least they enjoyed the hike back.
Big Roo and I made it without incident (but with lots of “I can’t hold it” and the serious contemplating of pooping outside- hey, I had baby wipes, just no trowel)!
Then the kids got to be the subject of iPhone-picture-taking mamas. Aren’t they cutesies?
Guess what Little Roo is pointing at? Fadra’s iPhone case, which has pictures of what LOOKS like are cookies.
Have you ever been stuck somewhere with a kid who “HAS TO GO POOP RIGHT NOW” and not a bathroom in sight?