on our drive to Salt Lake City...
Elliot: I have to go potty. I have to go soooo bad.
Good Parents: Ok baby, we're pulling over at the very next gas station.
2 minutes later, Izaak is pulling over into a gas station parking lot.
Elliot: Maybe, I don't need to go potty. So, I could just get some juice, here.
Since we are not eating or drinking in the new car...Elliot hung out on the gas station curb with her apple juice. Happy as a clam.