Not for the faint of heart

As we were driving back to Salt Lake from visiting St. George for the weekend, Ray decided he needed to go number 2. So we stopped at a gas station and he took care of business. About an hour later, he said he had to go again. We stopped, but he didn't go. About a half an hour later he said he still had to go. There were no stops nearby, so I said I was sorry but he he would have to go out by a bush on the ground. He said, "No! I want to poop in the potty like a person! I don't want to poop on the ground like a dog!"