The Roderick's love to take road trips. We have always jumped in the car with kids in tow, taking on an interstate for a 12-14 hour adventure. We could tell story after story, but this one is so typical.
We had driven to SLC for Christmas and we were loading up and getting out of there so that we could beat the snow storm that was headed our way. We did pretty well until we hit the Nevada desert on our way back to Medford, Oregon. Nothing for miles and miles and we didn't see sand, we encountered snow. We had to slow down to a crawl and Scott had been holding his soda for a very long time and it was necessary to pull over and take a break, so to speak.
Of course, the girls were very curious as to why Dad had to get out of the car in the snow. Now I made a very basic parental error of being totally honest and truthful with our girls. I told them that Dad had to piddle and there wasn't anywhere to go so he was going along side the road.
Scott, in the mean time, was behind the van going and going and going (big soda, remember). The second I had explained this to the girls, they were out of their seat belts, hurdling over the back seat, peering out the back window, eyes wide with anticipation. All that commotion just to catch a glimpse of their father relieving himself.
Scott smiled and waved with his free hand and the girls were thrilled. They still bring that tale up every once in a while.
Just another Roderick day.
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