Hannah has conceived a fierce dislike of port-a-potties. She hates them with the fire of a thousand suns. Or something close to that. I think it's because they stink and they're not usually very clean. She also seems to fear falling in, although she'd have to work pretty hard before that happened.
The other day when we were strawberry picking, Hannah decided she needed to go potty. When we asked about an available bathroom, the kind woman pointed out a port-a-potty. Hannah wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I don't like to use port-a-potties!" She exclaimed.
The woman attempted to tell her that port-a-potties are the same as bathrooms. Hannah, thankfully, didn't share her thoughts on that kind of reasoning. WHAT was the woman thinking?!? After declining the use of the port-a-potty, we walked away again, and Hannah said, "Port-a-potties are pit potties!" Which for her is the crux of the matter: they are not like bathrooms, since they have a pit where waste collects, rather than flushing like civilized potties.
Today, she drew a logical conclusion from her ideas about port-a-potties: "In Heaven, there will be no port-a-potties!"
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