we stopped to get gas and stretch our legs.
All the kids were told to take a potty break as well.
Kate and Trey were in and out
and I waited for Chris.
And waited, and waited, and waited.
FINALLY, he emerges
and we all pile back into the car.
As we set off down the road,
I turn around.
"Chris, are you feeling okay?"
"Yes, fine, Mom. Why?"
"Well, you took so long in the bathroom, I was wondering if you were sick or something."
"Oh no, Mom. I had to poop. And one of them had to go through the ring of fire."
ROFL! Ring of fire??? I have no idea where he heard that or in what context,
but Rob and I were just cracking up.
Next lesson for Chris:
When to keep certain information to yourself.