Remember that thing I said about being a terrible father?
It turns I was completely wrong. In fact, I may be the most awesome father ever.
I took Bug and Byrd to the Daddy-Daughter camp out this weekend. We got to the camp ground around 5:00 PM, and it wasn't long after that Bug told me she needed to pee. So we walked down to the bathrooms only to find that they were locked--no one in the camp ground at the time had the key to unlock them.
"Okay, Bug, we're going to have to try something new now." With a slight nervousness, but a sense of urgency and necessity, she allowed me to teach her how to squat down, support her back against a tree, and pee in the woods. To my relief--and I'll admit, a little bit of pride--she successfully relieved herself without getting anything on her clothes.
About 45 minutes later, while I'm setting up our makeshift tent, one of Bug's friends ran over to me to report, "Bug needs help with her pants?"
Uh-oh. Now what did she do. Bug's friend told me that she was back in the woods and pointed in the same direction we had gone for our earlier adventure. When I arrived, she was standing there with her pants down. "Bug, what are you doing? Did you need to pee again already?"
My five-year-old Bug looked at me with a big smile and her eyes positively gleaming with pride.
"No, Daddy. I pooped in the woods!"
