These are awesome. It just gets to the point where you’re not going to detour every time someone needs to go to the bathroom. I stow them under the van seats and if someone says, “I need to pee!” I say nonchalantly, “Go pee.” But I’m not stopping.
We have needed to use them so many times that I am starting to wonder what we ever did without them. It must have been before the number of children reached critical mass. And actually, sometimes, if it got that bad, I would just hang Rahab’s butt out the suicide doors and hope no one noticed. This is much more discreet. Did I mention I was discreet? I think that word came out of my mouth.
We were quite a ways out of town a couple weeks ago and one of the children waxed explosive. There was literally nowhere to go. Too much traffic and too few bushes. Afterwards, I pulled over in the sagebrush for the boys to dump it and rinse it out with a water bottle. Two seconds later they jumped in the van yelling, “Go, go, go!”
You never saw anything and we were never here.