We went on our second family camping trip last week.  The girls had a good time.  This camp ground was a bit different than the last one and the bath house was quite a walk.  There were port-a-potties closer, but still too far for the girls to go by themselves.  Vera, who has become the queen of the “tour of bathrooms” has started a new habit of “desperately” having to go to the bathroom within just a few minutes of having gone. 

So it was the last day of camping and the adults were busy breaking down the camp site and getting things loaded.  Vera had just been taken to the bathroom and was starting her “I have to go REALLY bad”.  I told her that she had just gone and no one had time to take her right then.  She would have to wait.

She kept complaining about it, so in my infinite wisdom (not), I opened my mouth and quickly regretted it.  Since we were in the woods, I suggested that if she really had to go that bad, that she find a tree and squat.  Now I am thinking that she is not going to do this.  I am expecting it to end the conversation and expected her to wait. 

Boy was a I wrong.  Not only did she find a tree, but she completely removed her shorts and panties and laid them on the ground then proceeded to squat while leaning against her chosen tree.  I shook by head, but since no one but us was anywhere around, I didn’t say anything to her.  This was my second mistake.

A few minutes later I hear a trash truck driving around to dump the trash cans.  I had learned over the last couple of days that these trucks drive right by our camp site and just like the ones in our neighborhood, they carry three men.  One driver and two standing on the back jumping down to grab the trashcans.  I look to check on Vera, and there she is, still half naked (the bad half) leaning up against her tree “going potty”.  I now rush into panic mode, because I don’t want these men driving by while she is not dressed and I really don’t want to be caught allowing her to pee on the ground.

I rush over to her and encourage her get dressed.  We manage to pull up her shorts right before the trash truck arrives –  whew.  So, needless to say, I will not be suggesting she use a tree again any time soon.