I had to drive my parents to San Pedro today. They’re cruisin’ and I had to drop them off. Logan came with.
My father drives there – old man that he is. I just pretend not to notice that he still thinks 55 is the speed limit (so he goes 50. on the freeway.)
We get there. All is well, my mother’s complaints not withstanding.
Back on the road… Not 5 minutes in to the return trip the following occurs…
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Logan: I have to go to the bathroom.
Me: Just hold it, I can’t get off the freeway here.
… 10 minutes later
Logan: I really have to go to the bathroom
Me: You see how I’m all the way over here, and the streets are all the way over there? You see all those cars? I can’t get over. Hold it.
… 5 minutes later
Logan: I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM
Me: You have a choice. You can pee in a bottle, or you can hold it.
Logan: Hold it. *sigh*
… 5 minutes later
Logan: I CAN’T HOLD IT!
Me: Ready for the bottle?
Logan: YES!!
… 30 seconds later
Logan: I CAN’T GET MY PENIS OUT?!
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And this is how I ended up in the worst part of L.A. in an abandoned gas station holding a bottle in one hand and my son’s penis in the other.
The end.
Is it wrong of me to be laughing my ass off? Poor thing! (Both of you). That drive to San Pedro sucks.. as does driving most places there. 🙁