The kids were pretty good about spacing out their drinks so that we were able to go several hours between pit stops. There was one time when Rocky thought she was going to pop... and we got her to a rest-stop just in time. I don't know how long she was in the stall, but she sounded like Austin Powers after he got up from his cryogenic sleep and took his first whiz, she just went on and on and on and on and on! I had to bang on the door and tell her to save some so she didn't dehydrate... but she still went on and on and on! 'Flush or flood child! Flush or flood! Those pots aren't made to hold that much!'
And I found myself on Dickidoo's **** list that very first night! I had gas so bad that it hurt but like a lady I waited until I was in the privacy of our hotel room before releasing any. I shut myself in the bathroom while the kids got ready for the pool, and let the herald loose. I was amazed by the acoustics of the elongated toilet. So when I stepped out of the bathroom I proudly announced my wonderous finding to my offspring who all burst out in giggles while Dickidoo rolled his eyes at me. I later found out that he had just been lecturing the children about the inappropriateness of discussing thefiner aspects of flatulations while on a family outing when I burst out of the bathroom announcing that 'Hey, farts echo in this toilet!'. I think he has finally given up on me, written me off, resigned to the conclusion that I am a hopeless case. Hey, what can I say? Farts happen!
I peed in Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri and Kansas all within 24 hours! Add another 8 hours and you can include Colorado!
Picture of Kansas state flag flying over rest-stop just across the border from Colorado.