We were out Sunday driving today when Hayden said she needed to the use the restroom. We were miles from any restaurants or gas stations, but there was a state park just a mile away -- so that's where we went.
I drove past two shelter houses whose restrooms were too far from the parking area until I found what appeared to be a stand-alone outhouse fairly close to the road.
I checked it out. It didn't look bad, so I wiped down the seat and sent Hayden inside.
Her first question: Where's the sink?
I explained it was just an outhouse, that there wasn't a sink.
She looked around, looked through the toilet into the tank, and then decided it was safe enough. I stepped outside while she went about her business.
After she finished and started back to the car, I asked if she flushed.
The expression on her face read, "Oh my, I think I forgot!" She turned to go back, but then remembered.
I laughed, and she said, "Dad!"
That wasn't the first "Dad!" I've gotten from her. I doubt it'll be the last one either.
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