A day after Father's Day, my wife Kelly, sons Ben and Blake, and I embarked on our vacation to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I knew going in that we had to make some potty stops along the way. I did not anticipate that we could be visiting BATHROOMS before, during, and after our trip.
Once we got off I-20 and I-95 in Florence, South Carolina, we made two potty stops for the boys (especially for Ben) before we made it to Myrtle Beach. We stopped for dinner before we retreated to our room for the night.
When we arrived at a seafood restaurant, Ben had to go to the bathroom with me (and later with his mama) before we got our dinner.
Actually, our ritual is that Ben potties, washes his hands, flushes the potty a few times, turns the lights off an on a few times, then I am able to usher him out of the bathroom.
Every day that we were in Myrtle Beach, Ben had to go to the bathroom somewhere. It could have been at the pool, the restaurant near the beach, and at the Walmart where we bought groceries. Sometimes my wife and I had to take Ben to the bathroom on separate occasions. That gave Ben the opportunity to go potty and check out each of the bathrooms.
On the Wednesday of our trip, we went on our only buffet of the week. We all went to Captain Benjamin's for dinner. After Ben found a ceiling fan to play with, his first stop was to the bathroom. I took him first. After we all had something to eat, my wife took him to the bathroom next. I would take him a few more times before we finished dinner and moved on to some miniature golf.
Later on we went to a candy and ice cream shop for some more dessert. We also found a bathroom to go to a few more times. In that bathroom, Ben had to go, flush the potty a few times, wash his hands, flush a few more times, and turn the lights on and off before we exited the bathroom.
On Thursday, our final full day in Myrtle Beach, Ben had to check out the third kind of bathroom on our trip (The Family Bathroom). This happened after we exited the ferris wheel near the Landshark Cafe. Ben was so amped up about going to the family bathroom, we had to get someone to unlock the door to get us in. I sat this one out, so I have to assume that Ben did what he needed to do and enjoyed his time in there.
There are two sides to me on Ben checking out bathrooms. On one hand, I want Ben to be able to go to the bathroom somewhere if he needs to. On the other hand, I want to make sure Ben isn't merely checking out different bathrooms. I don't want him to cry potty (like someone would cry wolf) if he really has to go.
There were times along the road trip that Ben said he had to go potty really bad. My wife and I told him to go in the grass if ne needed to. He said no, that he wanted to go to the bathroom. When there are long stretches of I-20 without an exit (or a gas station), there's no potty to go to. Ben either had to hold it or go somewhere in the grass. We all waited and found a gas station bathroom for our Ben to go to.
We have been back from vacation for more than two weeks. While we're here in the Atlanta Area, Ben will find a bathroom to check out. I'll be there for him.
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