Age is inversely proportional to the excitement over using a porta-potty.
Bwahhahaha .. This is soooo going in my quote of the day signature on emails today!!!
That is the straight up truth!:-)Does that say Texas Pride Portable Toilets?Only in Texas are we proud of our porta poopers
My, now 9yo, after using the porta-potty for the first time at age 4, called it a "bathroom surprise." The surprise being that "you don't have to flush!"
They are so gross, why is it so many kids are excited to use them? Any public bathroom for that matter!
is that your baby? he's so big! and adorable! and big. how did that happen?
I shudder at that thought! I think the inverse proportion has to do with the desire to NOT want to wash hands after doing their business, too.KEEP BELIEVING
Word! I've seen far too many videos of people being in one of those things and then some butthead flipping it/pushing it over to scare me away from using one of those for the rest of my life. I'm just goingto tell the Little Imp that Elmo lives in one of those things. Being that she's scared silly of Elmo that ought to keep her out of them for a while! I hope.
I think Rhett looks way too excited about that thing. Egads.
Well, I get pretty durned excited over using one if I've been at the Crawfish or Chili Festival all day! :)
Oh the germs that are incompass a 5 foot radius of those things! Did you cover him in Germ-x after this?!?!? ~shudder~
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.
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.
I love it! (but I hope you gave him a bath in Purell afterwards. just sayin...)
Porta Potties give me nightmares.
That has to be how Micheal Phelps' mom taught him how to hold his breath.
can i just say that i felt the need to wash my hands?over and over and over again?*gag*
My birthday's coming. I'm knocking on 40's door. And I would rather wet my pants than use a portapotty.
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.
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.