"Hey ya'll! I need to go use the facilities quickly, OK?" I quietly announced.
Knowing nods accompanied a few waves of hands, and I was free to go.
Except for E. Being the literal kid that he is, he didn't get my turn of phrase.
When I was only about 10 feet away, E said loudly, "Hey mom? Where are you going?"
Trying to be discreet, I answered in a lower decibel, "I am going back to the house to go to the bathroom, buddy."
Remembering what I had shared with him earlier in the week, E proudly said, "Well mom, just go pee in the ocean!"
I blushed, smiled, and visibly shook my head to indicate that that was not going to work for me in my current situation. I turned and walked another 15 feet toward the house when E shouted the following . . .
"OH MOM! I GET IT! DO YOU HAVE TO POOP?!?"
I didn't even turn around to the chorus of laughter that erupted.
It should become my motto.