I forgot to tell you in all the excitement yesterday that we made it back alive---and dry!---from Milwaukee. At one point, Shani was begging---nay, pleading---with us to stop the car so that she could use the facilities. As we were on the highway, headed through downtown Chicago, the chances of pulling over for a pit stop were looking pretty danged slim:
"I want baaa-froom," she moaned.
Don't ask. There was traffic. There was significantly unfamiliar terrain. There was a mostly empty 2-liter Pepsi bottle in the back seat and a pair of sharp-enough scissors in the glove box. (I said you shouldn't ask, right?) Suffice it to say that we fashioned a DIY potty just in the nick of time. How's that for an upcycle, baby?