The kids were fantastic sports on the long-haul drive yesterday from Sydney to Charlottetown. It was mostly without incident. Mostly.
Henry: I have to poo.
Erin: (reading a sign indicating the next town is 39 kilometres away) Can you hold it?
Henry: Yup. (suddenly squirming, leaning forward) Nope. Dad!
Me: No worries, Cornbread. We'll find you a spot.
Erin skillfully navigates us off the main highway onto a side road, and eventually onto an out-of-the-way lane in the bush.
Henry: I'm going to poop in the woods? Cool!
I lead him from the car to a nice quiet spot. I hold his arms as he hunches over.
Henry: (looking me in the eye, speaking between held breaths) This is really valuable for the soil.