The other night, a cool wind came through our town and blew out all the sticky hot humidity and left us with a rare opportunity to gaze at the nighttime stars from our upstairs deck. I commented privately to Husband that our next vacation endeavor really needed to be about camping and getting out in nature. O.k., maybe not tent camping -- I'll do nicely with a cabin complete with a restroom.
We are mostly a family of "indoor plumbling" -- prissy, girly girls. I wondered aloud how that would play out in a situation in which we're called to rough it. It never went over well with my mother, my sister or me when I was the child.
Then, this afternoon, Two and Three cleared it all up for me. For no good reason except that they are 6 and 3 years old, respectively, they practiced their behind-a-bush technique in our backyard. Apparently, they achieved a fair measure of success. Their dog was close behind to be rid of the evidence.
Children and dogs can be really disgusting. It's a good thing they're cute.
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