The airshows around here are always in March. And the weather is always different every year. Sometimes we wear shorts and still sweat half our body weight onto the tarmac, and sometimes (like this year) we freeze in our jackets and long underwear. Fortunately, airshows are an event we enjoy enough to endure just about any kind of weather. Also among the things we endure: long bus lines in the rain and porta-potties… for the first time ever. As in, not only had neither of the boys ever been in one, but neither had I. Being honest here. I just assumed I’d been in enough airplane bathrooms to validate my assumptions of what all boxy toilets are like. So so wrong because of that one major difference. The flush. And now I know.

Also. Jonathan now refers to as a “portal potty”. Enter at your own risk.

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