We took the Kid to a local farm a couple weeks ago. Part of the planning process included visiting their website and looking at map of the farm. The Hubby and the Kid wanted to know where the cows where, like normal people. I, on the other hand, scoured the map for much more important destinations: the bathrooms. After seeing three different spots designated as such, I agreed that we could go and didn’t really think much else about it. Three bathrooms! On a pretty small farm! I’d be FINE!

It never occurred to me that the “bathrooms” would be port-a-potties.  Hot, smelly, and gross Port-a-potties. I cringe just thinking about it. Luckily, I didn’t need to use them. It’s amazing how small farms can be when the Kid runs a full speed all over it.