"Mom? I've gotta go."
"Can you hold it? We'll be home in a minute."
"I can't hold it."
"Let me pull the car over, we'll find a tree or something."
"I can't do it out there. It's not a pee."
"Here's a plastic bag. You can go in that."
"People will see me!"
"Just stay in the back seat. No one can see you. It'll be fun. Like camping."
"How is this like camping, Mom? This is not like camping. I never want to go camping."
Bob is an absolute genius! I definitely don't want to go camping either!
ReplyDeleteIt's *exactly* like camping, which is why I don't go camping.
ReplyDeleteHang in there, Bob.
XO
A.
One of my favorite stories ever. I heart you both. Let's not go camping together!
ReplyDeletexoxo
You've ruined him for the outdoor life forever.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHA!! I loved torturing my kids too.
ReplyDeleteInsert old man joke here.
ReplyDeleteThis is the post that will one day come back to haunt teenage Bob. His future friends will have a field day.
ReplyDeleteThe Internet is forever.
LOL!!! haha! So funny!!! It's not like camping Mom! Thanks for the giggle.
ReplyDelete"Here, poop in a bag. It'll be fun." It's official: I love you.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's so obvious what you did in your former profession.
ReplyDeletenow that's one potty break he'll never forget
ReplyDeleteThe boy may never poop again. HAHAHA
ReplyDeleteGot to say, you were one cool cucumber. That solution NEVER would have crossed my mind. Then again, Moochie isn't very coordinated and I don't have leather seats. Bob, once again, was spot on in his judgement.
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