I made a hugh mistake and took Matthew in a porta potty when he was little at the park. When I got in, I realized it was FULL and the last person in there had barfed up what appeared to be their entire insides. It was awful and I tried to get us out fast but Matthew caught sight of it and now there is NO WAY he will go in one! Poor kid.
For some reason, Joshua has picked up on Matthew's dislike of them and points out every single one he sees. Driving down the road, it's a chorus of "Porta Potty! Porta Potty!"
It just irritates Matthew to death. **chuckling**
I did NOT need to hear such a vivid description of a nasty porta potty. Ew ew ew!
I hate those things. I'll use 'em if I have to...but there's nothing nastier than an overheated, full portapotty on a blazing summer day.