I don’t have children but I can imagine the lack of privacy parents have while raising kids. Clint Edwards, author of I’m Sorry… Love, Your Husband, recently shared his unfortunate tale of having diarrhea.
Edwards and his family were two hours into a road trip when disaster struck. He was inside a gas station with his 4-year-old daughter when he realized he needed to use the restroom in a hurry. Edwards was forced to bring his daughter into the stall while he took care of business. Luckily for him, Aspen was his biggest supporter in his time of need.
“Aspen watched as I struggled, Moana light-up crocs on the wrong feet, blue eyes wide and supportive, hands clapping. “Good job, Daddy! Good job! You make two poops! Now three poops! I’m four!”