Nasty! Nasty! Nasty!

We're out on the football field. Practice as usual.
Marina says, "Mommy! I have to go potty!"

I'm annoyed at her choice in timing, yet happy that the potty training is working. So, we walk to the port-a-let that is at the edge of the field. I HATE using those things.
So nasty!

When we step inside, I tell her sternly, "DON'T touch ANYthing! Keep your hands to yourself!" As I'm laying paper down on the seat, I look over at her.........

........and to my DISGUST, she is bracing herself with the urinal! YES! Her hand was IN the urinal! Nasty! Nasty! Nasty!

We bolted from that Pit-Of-Germs and quickly flagged down another football Mom who happened to have antibacterial gel in her purse. Let me tell you, I used almost the entire bottle on her little hand, trying to wipe away any memory that her hand had touched that filthy thing! Oh, the stories we have, out on that football field!