Outhouse

So after being mercilessly teased with nice weather over the last several weeks, it looks like spring has finally arrived. I for one love it for many reasons, as it hearkens the reopening of Double D's, the conclusion of indoor recess, and the countdown to the end of school (t-minus 30 days). When I get home each afternoon we've been spending quite a bit of time outside, playing in the backyard and going for walks in the neighborhood. Last night before dinner I took Ella and Liam out back to play for a bit. For Liam this basically comes down to seeing how many wood chips and stray pebbles he can put in his mouth. Ella runs around like a wild woman, going down the slide, driving her car, and visiting her imaginary farm in the shed (complete with chickens, monkeys, and dinosaurs). After a half hour she told me that she needed to go potty. I told her to head inside and use the potty chair just inside the door rather than going all the way upstairs to use the big toilet. After a few seconds she comes out carrying the chair and places it right in a section of wood chips. She's often afraid that she's going to miss something and this was no exception. She sat down and relived herself as though this is a perfectly normal thing that happens everyday. You can almost see the relief on her face in the photo below. Aahh.