"T.P." Troubles

Many of my close friends will remember this story...but for those that have never heard it...it is too good to pass up...

Me and the 4 girls were all coming home from a Clyde, North Carolina visit . It was a 2 hour trip, with stops and all, from our Spartanburg, South Carolina home. We had only been on the road about 20 minutes when I had to take a food break just south of Asheville. It was late and I was trying to be somewhat healthy in an unhealthy drive thru. The final pick resulted in apples with caramel sauce. Everyone seemed satisfied for about another 20 minutes.

I put the potty break off for as long as I could. We ended up at the rest area at the South Carolina state line. I would have preferred a restaurant or gas station, I am not a fan of rest area's. The potty break could not wait, however, so, in we go.

My oldest daughter decided to stay in the car...she was either texting, listening to her i-pod or using some other electronic device. Reagan, Sarah, Lily and Mommy all went to the bathroom.
On our way to the ladies room, a man started walking near by and as I scanned the parking lot, I didn't see the car he belonged to. Quick thinking on my part, I opted to stay outside the bathroom door while the girls went on in. Who knew who this man was. I decided, "better safe than sorry."

The gentleman turned out to be fine. He came out of the restroom, walked to his car, I had not identified, and drove off. Whew! Everything was cool. I could go in and utilize the facilities now.
Little did I know the scene on the inside I was about to encounter.

I venture inside to see Sarah washing her hands, Reagan in the handicap stall with the door wide open and Lily sitting on the potty.

Nothing out of the ordinary so far.

The part that will bring you to tears is the condition Lily's hands were in. And her big sister, Reagan, was diligent to help.

I am going to attempt to explain the view I encountered.

Lily was having problems because both of her hands looked like they were tarred and feathered in toilet paper. Poor thing, was just trying to unroll the toilet paper but her hands were so sticky from the caramel sauce the toilet paper was sticking to it.

She had grabbed the paper with her left hand and when it stuck to that hand she took her right hand to pull it off and ended up with pieces of toilet paper stuck on both hands. It was so funny. She was sitting the on the potty with these sticky, toilet paper hands looking like, "Well, what do I do now?"

We laughed in the bathroom, out of the bathroom, on our way to the car, and in the car. Every time we gained some sort of composure, the image would flash up like a picture on a movie screen and we would get hysterical again. We laughed on and off all the way to Spartanburg.

I really wish I could have caught it on film. If there was ever a "Kodak moment", that would have been it.

No deep theological tapestry to weave into this post. Just a funny moment between gals, at one of the pit stops of life.