Image by quinn.anya via FlickrI have already told the tale about how choosey David is when it comes to using the bathroom. Our whole summer vacation, David selected two satisfactory places, our hotel room and the Chicago Children's Museum—both fine places, I assure you, but it made the 7½ hour drive to and from Chicago somewhat stressful.
We spent Labor Day weekend with my sister-in-law and her family, a 4½ hour drive from our house. This time, I was not at all worried about David's bathroom misgivings because I thought we would probably stop once for lunch and if the facilities did not meet David's very specific criteria—not too loud, not too bright, not too crowded, to name a few—it didn't matter because Goldilocks could certainly make it the rest of the way without a visit to the bathroom. Well, David went from picky to prolific in the pee department. It was as if he felt compelled to break that Guinness World Record for public restroom urination in a three state area.
The final tally was four times, four times in a 4½ hour drive adds about an hour to the trip. And, of course, each time you run into that fast food restaurant, you feel compelled to buy something "medium diet Coke, please." And did you know that a medium diet Coke must now be at least 96 ounces? And while you wouldn't guess it by looking at his 6'4" frame, my husband seems to have a bladder the size of a peanut. Do you see where I am going with this? It is a vicious cycle and I am only thankful we didn't have a longer drive. David seems to have mastered a new skill. He has made profound pee progress and although he may not have surpassed that world record, it still makes his Mama very proud.