Potty Training 101
I have always hated portajohns. I dislike the smell of them. I hate the way they make me feel closed in and clausterphobic. I think it is absolutely disgusting looking down into the pit of toilet paper and feces swirled with bright blue liquid! My worst experience inside one was when my daughter was about 3 years old. We were attending a family reunion at a very nice picnic grove. Unfortunately, there were no public restrooms. There were two portajohns side by side sitting in the sun! My daughter was having a bit of a hard time with potty training at the time. She could not hold it very long (which later was diagnosed as an overactive bladder.) The dreaded moment came when I had to escort her to the little plastic encased bathroom. I did not want her to sit on the seat so I tried to support her by putting an arm around her waist and the other behind her knees. Kind of a makeshift invisible chair of sorts. Hovering her over the seat, straining not to drop her, cramped into the tiny space, I said "Go!" She started to go and I realized I didn't hear the tinkling in the water below. I looked down to see a forceful stream of urine shooting straight out toward the door, down the front of my pants! I screamed, but she couldn't stop. So, basically, I had to stand there while she peed on me! It was not funny at the time. But now when I look back it's hysterical! So learn a lesson from this....If your legs are pressed tightly together...the pee has to go somewhere!