We were over at the new house today checking on things when Blake announced that he had to go poop and couldn't wait till we got home. He also told us that there was a perfectly fine potty right outside that he could go use and didn't need any help. Since I am the one who has to take Blake to the bathroom 98.7% of the time, I looked at Sheldon and told him it was his turn.
They returned a few minutes later and Sheldon was still laughing. Blake went in the porta potty and closed the door. When Sheldon opened the door to check on him, he found Blake with his pants down hanging onto the hinges at the top of the inside of the door. He swung the door open and Blake came along for the ride, tushy hanging out. They were both laughing so hard when they were telling me about it. I was sad I missed this trip to the potty, but I'd never admit that to Sheldon.
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