It’s February, 1956. My mom managed to get all of us out the door, with gloves and hats and purses. She tried to prepare us for life with all these little rituals (not that they stuck). And although we were all under five, I’m sure we wanted to be just like our mom. I mean look at her – the little feather in her hat, a darling clutch and a cool dress. And that’s a maternity dress! She was six months pregnant with my sister. But amidst all the fashion and accessories, I’m just fascinated with the now infamous potty that would travel with us on road trips, just in case. At least it matched my hat!
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