Concerning Flush Toilets

Outhouses, when they are available,  are just a part of exploring the woods.  During our last moments on American soil before careening into Canada on the boat for our trip into Voyageurs, Dr. Peds and YaYa took Mr. TOF over to an outhouse to take care of some business.  It was Mr. TOF’s first experience with an outhouse, and let me just say, he loved it.  He was so incredibly in love with the outhouse, that the next time he needed a potty, when we were on Canadian land and near flush toilets, he insisted that we use an outhouse.  There was no outhouse.  We explained this.  He told us we should get on the boat and go back to the outhouse.  Of course this was ridiculous, and since it would mean going through International Customs, we declined.  Oh my goodness!  Mr. TOF was angry!  He wanted an outhouse, an outside potty.   He wanted an outhouse NOW!  He wailed. He stamped his foot. He went boneless.  Finally he calmed down a bit and scrunched up his face and belligerently looked and me and said, “Me NOT HAPPY!”