During Little One's demon possession, it was suggested that maybe She needed a good distraction. So we joined some friends at a picnic. How lovely. How idyllic! The green grass, the barbecue smells, the sunshiney air! Everyone was settled into their picnic tables. Eating. Watching the adjacent grassy area where their children were sweetly playing. Little One was among the innocent children, frolicking about of course, and I was chatting. Little One was behind me. So occasionally I'd turn around and check on Her, and then let Her do Her thing while I turned my attention to my friend. After all, she could see Little One from her spot, and like everyone at the picnic had an eye on the grassy area. So if there was any imminent danger it's not like She was alone in the woods. A fact I'm not sure She was aware of.
Because suddenly my friend's eyes got wide, and she said, "umph!" and pointed behind me. So I turned. I scanned the crowd of innocent, frolicking children, and soon spotted Little One.
*With Her dress up over Her shoulders, Her undies around Her ankles, singing a little tune and hanging out in a squat with Her buns in the breeze right there in the middle of everything.*
Ohmygoodnessohmygoshyouhavegottobekiddingme.
I instinctively shrieked, "Little One! What? No!" which was surely the most discreet way to handle the situation. I bolted over to Her and swooped Her up. Hastily yanking clothing over bare parts. "Little One. What are you doing?"
She looked up at me like I must be a little slow, and stated the obvious. "Potty."
Maybe camping was a bad idea...
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