In the car for eleven plus hours on our way from Utah back to Washington, there were bound to be some interesting conversations. Oh, there was pinching, bickering and bugging too- but there was also plenty of chatter brought on by the forced confinement and perhaps aided by the RockStar energy drink I mistakenly consumed.
Somewhere in Montana, Bean chimes in from the backseat…
“Mom! I have to go potty! It’s a poo-squirrel!!”
Cue record-scratching noise in my head. “Huh??” Dare I ask? “Bean? Uh… what’s a ‘poo-squirrel’?”
“You know when you have to poo, and it hurts and feels like its gonna come out but if you hold it and don’t let it come out, it kind of goes away after a few minutes? That’s a poo-squirrel.” He’s looking out the window peacefully. Jeffrey is now snorking into his pillow in the front seat in an effort not to laugh, but he loses the battle in an enormous, red-faced mirth-filled guffaw.
“POO SQUIRREL!!!!” Bwahahahahahahaha HAHA HAHAHAH!!!!
Bean, kicking Jeffrey’s seat but laughing too “WHAT?! That’s what it feels like! You know! When you gotta hold it but it wants out?”
Twisting around in his seat, Jeffrey asks the obvious but unfortunate question “How many squirrels have you had in your butt, Bean?” Snort! BWAhahahaha!!!
Oh dear. I think this is where I actually need to be the mom- but if I open my mouth, I’m totally going to laugh too. “That’s enough…!” I try and choke out, but I’m laughing now too.
So we made up a song about the Poo Squirrel. The words are lost to the road-trip gods, but suffice it to say, it was highly inappropriate in every possible way, and we laughed to tears.
How does your family do on Road Trips? And more importantly, do you understand the poo-squirrel?