Tickle Me Tuesday
Warning: ICK alert! LOL
Last year we went on a field trip to a Civil War re-enactment education day thing. Of course, this was all outdoors at a big field, so the only facilities were just porta-potties.
Halfway through, Munchkin had to go, so I took her. I made sure the seat was covered (hard for a 7 year old to successfully do the hover thing, especially in a porta-potty) and went back outside.
She came out, and I started to pour Purell on her, and she tells me, no that's okay, there was soap inside.
Soap? In a porta-potty? I don't remember seing any soap in the.....
And then it hit me. This was one of the better porta-potties that has not only the seat but the little brown basin on the side. A urinal. And what was sitting in this basin?
A urinal cake. She washed her hands with a urinal cake!
I managed to keep my head rather nicely, if I do say so myself. While my insides were totally flipping out, I stayed calm and just explained to her that men don't have to sit down when they go wet, and that brown bowl thingy on the side is where men go. And that the round thing is there to kill germs and keep away bad smells. I did tell her that, yes, she had picked up something that had been wet on, but didn't just freak her out with it.
She got a double dose of Purell then, and later we searched for running water, but had to settle for one of the nice dressed-up tour guide ladies' bottled water poured over her hands, along with another dose of Purell.
Of course, even if there had been actual soap in the porta-potty, there was no running water, so she would have had soap slathered all over her hands!

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