Pooping at the Park

      Taking my little grandsons to the park sounded like a wonderful idea.  The boys were swinging and squealing, and jumping and running, when out of the blue, Ryder, the three year old, lets out a blood curdling scream!  Looking up, I realize he is holding his hiney as he runs towards me!  He frantically yells, “I have to poop!”    Now there is no bathroom, so in a panic, I quickly grab a couple of peanut butter and jelly stained napkins from our picnic lunch and prop him up by an isolated tree with his britches around his ankles.  At this point, his older brother, Cross, squats down beside him and announces, “Nana, I am going to watch it come out!”  I am not sure, but I am thinking there is a city ordinance stating that it is not proper to publicly poop at the park.  I can just imagine the 6:00 news discussing a pooping perpetrator at the park.  I am frantically looking from side to side hoping that nobody else walks up on this scene.   I am sure I sounded like a cheerleader as I encouraged him by repeatedly chanting, “Hurry, poop, poop, poop!”   Between my cheers and his brothers ogling, suddenly everything came to a halt with NO results.  Batting his cute little blue eyes and not caring that he is practically naked at the park and trying to crap under a tree, the boy exclaims, “It went away!”  Footnote:  The next time I take my grandkids to the park, I will be bringing the dog’s pooper scooper and a plastic bag.  Who knew!