OMG!

Horror of horrors!! Hays has discovered the porta-potty!!!  eeeewwwwww!  Poor thing, I think she thought it was a playhouse.  Tom went to great pains to ensure that the kids couldn't get to the construction side of the house.  He put "bunny" fencing on one side of the house and a very, tall dog gate in the "alley" to block Khaki and the kids from running over there.  Unfortunately, the play set, and the porta-potty, provide a titanic amount of motivation to plow through all of the blockades.  Which Hays promptly did upon arriving home from school.

I didn't realize she was even back there until I saw her walking across the lawn with an Easter basket full of Littlest Pet Shop/Pokemon toys.  I bang on the window and yell, "no.no.no".  She looks at my direction, thinks nothing of it and walks into her new secret place.  aaaahhhhh!  I tear out of the door, ubruptly stop as I am looking down to our unfloored deck.   I then have to "run" through the support beams of the porch, looking quite similar to an NFL player running tires... only not as agile.  Finally, I reach the potty, open the door.  And there she is, sweetly lining up her little friends all along the back of the potty.  Ah, I see she has actually started at the urinal and worked her way around to the back of the potty.  nice.  

Of course, she doesn't want to leave her new found playhouse.  So, I wind up dragging her out of it, hoisting her on my hip and walking all the way around the house to avoid the "running tires" bit.  The entire time she is yelling, "Help me Daddy!" at the top of her lungs.  You know, just to alert all the neighbors that I am trying to beat her.