Sharen, your potty chair reminded me of something that happened to me about 13 years ago.

My sister's first child was old enough to start potty training so my mother purchased a wooden potty chair very similar to the one you have here. After work one day, we picked it up at the house of the woman who was selling it. We put it in the back of my truck and started home. Now my parents live about 13 miles Northeast of Huntsville, Alabama and there are very few ways to get there. One way is down Winchester Road, which is mostly two lanes and with a speed limit of about 50 mph. Not being able to afford any tickets, I always went the speed limit and was constantly being tailgated.

Well, after about six miles I noticed that I wasn't being tailgated and the nearest car was some ways behind me. Being a suspicious person I looked in my side mirror and saw nothing, then looked in my rear view mirror to see about 30 feet of bathroom tissue floating behind my truck. I showed my mother and we both were laughing so hard I could hardly drive. Unfortunately, the section of road we were on had no shoulder so I couldn't pull over. I had to drive another mile or so before I could, all the time with more bathroom tissue unrolling and floating out behind us. I pulled over and both of us got out of the truck. We were still laughing so hard that we couldn't move and as the ten or so cars that had been behind us started passing us, they were laughing just as hard as we were. We finally composed ourselves enough to pull in the trailing paper, take the remaining roll off the potty chair, and continue home.

Thanks for reminding me.

Darlisa