Maria always, without fail, has to go to the bathroom 1 minute AFTER we have pulled away from either our house, a restaurant, a store, or another place with a toilet and sink. This time the potty dance started on the blue bridge going to Clarkston after we were at Main Street Grille. Her legs were thrashing, her face was scrunched up, and she was DEFINITELY doing the potty dance. Finally, I said, "Maria! Stop yelling! Next time, you will have to tell us BEFORE we leave! You are just going to have to hold it for 5 more minutes."
Maria: "But it's just so...so...so...DISGRACEFUL!"
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