It was the last night of SonShine; most kids were waiting to be loaded on to their buses and vans while also waiting for the last concert of the night to end. But the middle child and the youngest child were not doing either. They were roaming aimlessly around, thinking, no doubt, about leaving soon, but as they wandered near a port-a-potty the youngest child said, (like every good youngest child) "I have to pee middle child". So they walked over to the port-a-potties. They didn’t notice the group of kids sitting cross-legged across from the port-a-potties as they went in. But while they were taking care of business the constant chant of, "Push! Push! Push" and then the slam of a door, and then the general cheer of "Yeah" naturally accompanied by loud clapping, clued them in that they had not chosen ordinary port-a-potties. The youngest child stepped out of her port-a-potty hesitantly and ducked her head as the crowd cheered. She turned around as another door slammed and saw the middle child bow to the crowd as they also cheered her success.
This post is dedicated to anyone going to SonShine this year….beware the bathrooms…
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