This last weekend, in honor of Father’s Day Weekend, and in honor of Daddy Isn’t On Call Weekend, and in honor of The Weather Promises to Be Awesome Weekend, we packed it up, packed it it and let it begin…
…we went camping!
This time, we headed to locales to the northwest of us and tried out a new area. When we go camping with other families, we wander off into the woods and live deliberately (i.e. without pit toilets), but this time, because we found an awesome spot when we got to where we were going, we tried out an official campground.
The upside to sharing the area with other campers is the pit toilet. The downside to sharing the area with the other campers is the pit toilet.
You never know what you’re going to get with a pit toilet. Pit toilets are always a crapshoot. Literally.
I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist!
I must say, however, at this campground, the pit toilets were some of the cleanest I’ve seen.
On one of our numerous trips there, Claire got really excited.
“You know what, Momma!?”
“This is just like going to the bathroom in a CASTLE!!!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. We had been reading a book about castles that my mom and dad gave her, and one of the pictures they have in there is of the garderobe. (That’s a fancy name for the “toilet” they used in the castle.)
“Yes!” I agreed. “Yes, it is!”
“Only we don’t have a curtain,” she said.
“This is true. We just have a door…but no curtain.”
“Do you know the best part??”
“What’s that?” I asked, wondering where this was headed.
“When I pee or poop, it goes in the SAUCE-PIT!”
“Sauce-pit?” I asked. “Oh! Yes! It goes in the cesspit!” I knew what she was trying to say a split-second after she said it.
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in a pit toilet in my life.