This deserves its own blog post. I took Mary and Melissa out to dinner tonight at a fairly pricey restaurant (by Ghana standards, at least). A couple minutes after we got there, Melissa told Mary she had to pee, so Mary took her around the side of the building to relieve herself. (Melissa is technically potty-trained in that she can control her urges to pee, but like many other kids her age, she strictly pees outside.)
Well, Melissa had half a bottle of Fanta for dinner, so she had to pee again about 20 minutes later. This time, however, our food had just arrived, so instead of taking her around the side of the building as she had done the first time, Mary simply instructed Melissa to pee along the fence next to our dinner table (we were on the patio). The most hilarious part of the story, though, is that we were seated next to a group of Americans who were completely horrified by the experience.
Ah, Ghana.
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