As we drove from Wiesbaden to Traben-Trarbach on the Mosel River, Gabe alerted all of us in the car that he had to go potty. Then he repeated his desire. Then he started crying, indicating he was pretty serious. We either had to stop or he'd make the Durango smell something pretty.
Luckily, Hans found a great spot to pull off providing some privacy away from all the cars making the same drive we were. After stopping, I hopped out with Gabe because I had to get out to let Gabe out anyway. I "helped" him yank his drawers down so he could freely pee. After a few seconds of bladder relief, Gabe said, "I need a toilet!" I had a brief panic moment, realizing what that meant. I looked down and suddenly saw other human waste come out of his body.
I took a step backward, laughing, and said to Hans and Lindsey, still in the car, "This is now your problem!" Hans jumped out and dealt with the mess Gabe was creating on his clothing. Cracks have been blurred out to keep me out of jail.
All of a sudden, Eva says, "Mom, I need to go potty, too!" So Eva jumped out and in an effort to not replicate the fun Gabe created, Lindsey actually held Eva up in the air arranged so everything would fall without making a mess on her clothes. Lindsey laughed and laughed and laughed, all while exclaiming over and over how she couldn't believe what was happening. Mind you, Lindsey had a baby two days prior to this experience and here she was holding this little girl up while she relieved herself.
It wasn't over at this point. Gabe literally messed his pants and therefore had nothing to wear as we walked around the quaint little German towns of Traben and Trarbach. Luckily, Jen and I had our luggage with us so Jen pulled out a shirt and figured out a kilt-like arrangement for Gabe. She had him turn the shirt upside down (neck at the bottom), then step into the arm holes. He pulled that up to his crotch, placed a belt around his waist, and then let the bottom of the shirt (now up around his armpits) hang down with the belt holding it up. It worked perfectly. However, when he lifted the shirt up he shared some cheekage with the rest of the world. Evidence of a working kilt are in this picture on our blog.
Again, cracks have been blurred out for legal reasons.