Each year, our city has a giant fair. Parking is limited, so we had to park about a mile away. As we were walking back to our car, my son announced he had to use the bathroom. Before I could stop him, he jumped behind a tree in somebody’s yard and urinated - or so I thought. I later learned he pooped in their front yard. It’s been many years and my son and I laugh about that day now, but I also feel a bit guilty knowing that my kid pooped in someone’s yard.