Training Daughters 101.

This post is brought to you with permission. I share this with utmost concern for daughters everywhere. (Really only those daughters whose mothers fail to give them the 411 on the use of an port-a-john)

Hi, my name is Erica and while I know I'm not perfect I really did consider myself rather forth coming with my daughters when it comes to life skills, the outside world, and giving them all the information they need to survive in life. Truly, I'm a pretty open and honest mom, I cover things with the girls probably before they need to be covered, I want them to hear such things from ME and not some weird kid on the play ground. You know all the normal things moms are supposed to tell their girls. I thought we were good in that department.

Until this past weekend.

Saturday we took our four children as well as our pastors four children to the airshow. It was a blast. Total blast. We all had a great time, no one was lost, everyone came home in one piece, much hand sanitizer was used, greasy food was ingested, port-a-johns were used, sunburns despite sunscreen happened, everyone had fun.

Now to the point. You know those toilet bowl fresheners some people used back in the 80's that clipped on the inside of the toilets with a plastic clippy and smelled a bit like soapy cherries? You know what I mean right? Also the little round kind they use in porta potty urinals so the nasty man pee (sorry man readers but its true, any wife and mother knows this fact) doesn't fill the air when one steps into the already gross not clean plastic house one uses at such places like air shows. Your following me right? Eight kids, two adults, air show, all day. Okay. All appeared fine while we were out Saturday, I double checked the use of hand sanitizer when the kids came out of the lovely plastic houses, I held the hands that used the sanitizer after using the plastic houses.


Fast forward to Sunday night at church when the kids were playing and talking about the previous days events, giggling and laughing. I don't remember the details of who said what because my ears were screaming.....all I heard was that my precious baby daughter had used the "soap" in the "sink" in the plastic house at the air show! (we ALL know there are no SINKS in the plastic houses) As the story is being told my oldest (and I thought more informed) daughter says "hey I did that too"! Seriously? Really? Soap? Sink? Outhouse? Its a URINAL people! (insert gag, vomit, sick to the stomach) The girls asked me what a urinal was and frankly the conversation went down hill from there, my oldest child is a germ-a-phob like her mother and the poor girl simply thought she was being extra hygienic. The girls "washed" their hands in the urinal with the sanitizing stone and then realized there was hand sanitizer.......

My precious daughters learned a valuable lesson that day. For the love of all things good and holy tell your daughters about the reality of (and germs and lack of sinks and that there is no SOAP) porta-johns! I know I won't soon forget, I don't think my girls will either.