I do envy my dear 4 year old GS who finds an appropriate tree pulls down his shorts and aims as high as he can. His dad used to do the same. 
A couple of years ago DH and I (or is it me !) were in a wood when the call of nature came. DH suggested I went behind a large tree. I had forgotten how tricky outdoor weeing was and somehow wet my knickers. 
So cross, my poor dried up pots….
Daughter not allowed to know new baby’s name until she visits him




