The Milk Jug

Troy: “Dada, do you know my favorite place in the world?”
Me: “No, what is it?”
Troy: “Greece and Yellowstone…and Disneyland.”
Me: “But you’ve never been to Disneyland, so how do you know you’ll like it?”
Troy: “I saw a commercial for it.”
Me: “I see. Well, they always make commercials appealing. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll like it for real life. Did you know that there are actually two Disney parks in the United States?”
Troy [getting excited]: “Really?!”
Me: “Yep. Disneyland and Disney World. One is in calif, and the other is in Florida; on opposite ends of the country from each other.”
Troy: “Whoa, cool!”
Me: “And I’ve been to both of them. I went to Disneyland with Big Daddy and Disney World with Gammy. You’ll appreciate this. When Gammy was driving to Florida, she didn’t want to stop to let me pee, and I had to pee a lot! So, she handed me a milk jug, much like this one here, and told me to pee inside it. Then, when she’d stop for gas, she’d pour it out and hand it back to me.”
Troy [cracking up laughing]: “Really?!”
Me: “Yeah, I was devastated. I’m still scarred by the experience.”
Troy: “Well, I think it was very nice of Gammy to give you a milk jug to pee in.”
Me: “Nice?! How was that nice?!”
Troy: “At least she didn’t make you pee in the car!”
Me [grumbling under my breath]: “Nice would have been pulling over on the side of the road…”