Telling stories

Mom has been telling stories to Riley about my childhood. Riley is not happy about having to continue to pee in the urinals,for all to see, but one of the side effects is blockage so the doctors want to make sure his output continues properly. So Mom tells Riley an embarrassing moment about me, to cheer him up. Like the time when we were road tripping in the Barracuda. I had to go potty. Mom kept a little yellow bowl with a handle in the car so we could just go where ever. No need to find a gas station when children are small. Tory and I were about 4 and 7. This was the pre seat belt era, when children built forts with blankets in the back seat and fought for space. I guess they still fight for space once they give up the car seat.

Well, Mom sends me back into the trunk area with the "yellow potty" , while Dad continues driving down the freeway. "No one will see you" she says. So there I am using the yellow potty, when Dad decides to pass a greyhound bus. All these people are looking down at me through the hatchback trunk window. I am mortified. To this day I still don't know if Dad did it on purpose. He has a funny sense of humor sometimes. It made Riley laugh. At least he gets to pee with no one watching.

He tells me he has fun peeing in odd spots in the bathroom now. He will go into the shower with his jar. He thought it would be funny to leave it in the shower for me to find. He was disappointed I didn't even notice. He had to tell me what he' been doing. We really have to work at finding entertaining things to do. Maybe I should bring Trevor to spice things up a bit.

Trevor is just such a bull in a china shop