Desperate Measures

About a year ago, my family and I took our annual trip to Cedar Point. After a day of adventure we all went to the car to have a snack and talk about our day as usual. Everything was going good, the snacks tasted just right, and the pictures of me actually came out well which was also a nice surprise. My cousins and I even started to play a game of freeze tag to pass the time as the adults were getting the babies ready. After about forty five minutes of this, we were ready to go home, hit the showers, and sleep well. However, we were all in for an unexpected detour. This particular bump in the road, caused many to be nauseous, and one of the babies even burst out in tears. My cousin, I will leave him un-named, had to go to the bathroom. Not only did he have to go to the bathroom, he had to drop a few children off at the Browns game. So, his mother or my aunt gave him a bag and some baby wipes, and told him to go out of sight with it, and he did. When he got back to the car, my mother asked how he disposed of the bag, since we were in the middle of no where. He responed calmly, and told her that he had left it on the side of the road. We all thought this was the best decision because no one wanted to smell anything. The burning question of the day remained, "How did he pull off going to the bathroom in a ziplock bag?"