I blush to admit I actually carry one of those little wee Baby Bjorn potties in my car with me. When my older daughter was little I just put the tiny potty in the back of my Subaru wagon and then when she was done poured the pee into bushes. Taking her into a public restroom, home to auto-flushing and blow drying horror, resulted in screaming, tears, and her just holding it. She could handle me going if I was wearing her in my Ergo, but trying to get her to go was torture for us both. Now, at four and a half, she can handle public restrooms if I prevent auto-flushing, but still nostalgically requests "the little car potty." And no, if she pooped, I didn't dump that in the bushes. I might be awful but not that bad! ;) I had a Method for that contingency.

Hee hee - it's SO true. I was just examining my vegetable-stew-baby-belly and pondering this very thing... And Beth's summarization in math form finally did it for me. Happy to vote for you! She was right, 3 minutes on the nose. :)

So so so so so so so SOOOOO funny!!!!! My life, only with one cat instead of two... This has to have been about the funniest thing I've ever read. And I LOVE your illustrations.

I'm laughing so hard I'm actually weeping. I just insisted on reading it to my husband, who seems vaguely amused but just doesn't seem to get it. I have a one year old and an almost-four year old. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Solid gold here.