He buys us a crapper. Yep, that’s right. Just before heading in for oral surgery, my father made the trek all the way to General RV to purchase the perfect porta-potty for our upcoming camping excursions. He left it, all shiny and shrink-wrapped, just for our arrival. Complete with the special toilet paper.
Remembering how his girls had to pee frequently at night when we camped as a family, he wanted to be sure to pass the disgusting, thankless task honor of cleaning out his children’s waste on to his beloved son-in-law. He wants Todd to have the COMPLETE camping experience.
He did it with a smile today, as he made our saleswoman keep it in her office all day, with a bright orange SOLD sticker on it. He, of course, got to his dental appointment on time…giddy from his antics and the nitrous oxide.
Our camper is simple…no frills. But now, we have a top-of-the-line portable potty for the kids…and let’s be honest, I am not walking all the way to the bathrooms late at night either.
My dad loves me, and I will think of him whenever…well, you know. Thanks, Dad!
