It was the last preschool field trip of the year, and I wasn't about to miss it. A trip to the farm. In spring. Mamas and babies. All of us Moms and our babes.
My little guy was disappointed that I came, since he wanted to ride with one of the other kids. I'm relieved -- he's ready to let go. Ready for Kindergarten.
So we hitch a ride with another Mom and her son, and I'm ignored once we arrive at the farm.
Until Nature calls.
"Mom! I have to go to the bathroom!"
We made a mad dash from the milking barn to the restrooms, where we found a composting toilet. A big wide cavernous tunnel beneath a toilet seat. Kind of scary for a little person. He refused to go. I insisted. I held his shoulders to reassure him that he wouldn't fall in. Mission accomplished.
And then it was my turn, as long as we were there.
My son breathed a sigh of relief when I took my turn.
"Well, at least you won't fall in... since your bottom is so big."
I might have been insulted if I weren't laughing so hard!
