Have you ever noticed how kids always want to go to the bathroom every time you go out for dinner or to any location outside of your home?  Well I was no exception and my kids have perfected my childhood  bathroom proclivities.

As a little boy I was known for always going to the bathroom no matter where we found ourselves.  That is not to say I wore diapers for my entire youth, rather I was so well potty trained that I never met a bathroom I did not like, or at least want to check out.   My brother and sisters spared no effort in giving me a hard time about it and no matter how hard I tried not to, I could not resist a visit to a bathroom especially after boredom had set in, which was often the case when dining out.

If time permitted I would make multiple trips to the bathroom during a single visit out.  Visits to friends and family member’s homes were no different but they definitely smelled better than the public restrooms, well sometimes.

The worst thing to happen to a “bathroom aficionado” like me was during one of our many family vacations.  I am not sure where we were or what highway we were on, it really does not matter, but we came up on a flat bed truck with about a dozen “port-a-potties” loaded on it.  Before I could even try and change the subject or diffuse the situation it happened.

“Look dad!  There are a bunch of potties, we better pull over so Doug can use them all” followed by a round of laughter that was hardly funny if you ask me.  Cindy, my oldest sister, had once again created a problem for me that I am yet to live down.

This not to say I stopped my bathroom inspections following that incident, in fact the whole Port-a-potty industry is conspiring against me to this very day.  I would have more to discuss on this topic but I am off to the bathroom, I hear they renovated the one down the hall.