It’s not uncommon to see people using the great outdoors to relieve themselves here; which is, of course, pretty shocking when you first arrive. On earlier trips to China, I counted 17 people (mostly adults) in a two week span peeing on the side of the road as we drove around town.
One day we’re at Times Square with no bathroom in sight and Rowan gives his typical .002 second warning that he has to pee (more like he is currently peeing). So I grab him and head off to the bushes thinking that we were at least not going to let fly on the side walk (also not uncommon, especially for children). This event was repeated in the following week. Rebecca and I of course thought it was funny and I think the phrase “when in China…” may have slipped out of my mouth at the time.
Not long after that, Rebecca was walking him home from the school bus when Rowan all of a sudden runs ahead to the front door. As she turned the corner, there she found him in all of his glory: back to the door, trow dropped, letting a healthy stream loose down our front steps. Yep, he fits right in.
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