For me, convenience comes by way of a blue plastic tumbler. At first
it held ice cubes and water and was set out in the backyard for
thirsty, rambunctious little boys at play. Now, it's been demoted a few
notches and serves to hold the most lowly of substances, pee. Lowly or
not, however, it has brought convenience to our lives, this blue
plastic tumbler, come traveling urinal, housed in the middle row cup
holder of our mini-van.
When my twin boys were still in diapers, I looked at potty training with trepidation. Potty training meant leaving the convenience of diapers and even pull-ups for germ filled trips to public restrooms and sketchy locations on the side of the road. As potty training moved along, I started carrying a Bjorn Potty Chair in the trunk of my mini van, partially to avoid accidents and partially because I was determined to not find myself battling two squirmy, disobedient toddlers in a public restroom. But my now 4-year-old boys have sort of outgrown the potty chair. They like to pee standing up. Ah, I tell them. Hold on! Pee in the cup!
I like to think I've got my public restroom phobia in check because we do use public restrooms. I use them all the time, in fact. I don't withhold and risk UTIs and things like that. My kids use them; it's just not practical not to. I no more welcome a potty accident than I do a trip to the cringe inducing public restroom.








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