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We’re in South Carolina.

What better way to avoid the inevitable move and all the packing that entails than to physically remove ourselves?

It’s called “avoidance.”

And we’re openly embracing it with a big, sweaty, open mouthed kiss induced by all the glorious warmth and humidity down south.

We spent all yesterday traveling and the kids were remarkably good. Very little to report save these two interactions James and I experienced with Sunny during separate bathroom tours of duty during our layover in Charlotte.

Episode #1: While in the female restroom during attempt number two to go number 2

Her: MAMA! I’M TRYING TO PUSH A BIG POOP OUT!!!
Me: Good job, sweetie… There’s no need to yell.
Her: LOOK! A REALLY BIG POOP! I PUSHED IT OUT! SEE?!?

She’s saying it loud and proud, folks.

Episode #2: In the men’s restroom with James, going number 2, again. Apparently she was so overcome with pride the first time, she got distracted and hadn’t fully emptied her bowels.

Her: Daddy, YOU HAVE A PEANUT!
Him: Yes, kiddo. Why don’t you focus on pooping, okay?
Her: Does everyone in here have peanuts except for Sunny?!?
Him: Yep. Let’s keep it down, please.
Her: I DON’T HAVE ANY PEANUTS!
Him: That’s true. Now focus on the poop.

I’m sure all the gentlemen in the bathroom were thrilled to have their genitalia referred to as “peanuts.”

Also? Observation: The “Family Bathroom” is apparently code for “Place Grown Men Poop.”

Neither James nor I could gain entry into this single bathroom as there was always a trail of dudes waiting their turn at a private movement. Seriously guys?!? You have to co-opt the bathroom intended for adults laden with demanding dependents?!

Oy vey.

Anyway, now we’re here and I’ll be posting up a storm on Instagram (IGalaCart). Go follow along there for more of this…