Rule #3: Trips to the port-o-potty should be quick and brief, lest chaos errupt.

I suppose I had forgotten what a serious toll the children take on my energy drive, or on any drive that doesn't directly involve shepherding and entertaining kids. No matter, I'm here now to discus something important, something vital, something that everyone should come to terms with: the port-o-potty is no place to hold social experiments.
"So, Tyler, what exactly were you doing in there for 45 minutes?"
There was no sheepish shame on this boy's face. No glimmers of guilt or embarrassment. Oh no, he smiled real wide and his cocky swagger was enough to make me forget that I was supposedly upset with him.
"I wanted to see what the other kids would do when they had to pee real, real bad. Like, what would they do to get me OUT of there?"
And they had gone to great lengths to extract our little Curious George from his smelly hiding place. It began with a few tiny tykes who just needed to relieve themselves, as they had to ever 5 minutes, and it grew into a line of 15 angry campers who needed to pee, dangit! From polite knocking grew to banging and shouting, which concluded in the whole team of them shaking the plastic lavatory 'till it almost fell over.
He came out, eventually, with a wide, satisfied grin plastered across his kisser. Ignoring the spectators' growled threats and burning glares, that would have set any decent soul into an inferno of shame, he walked over to some of the other older boys, sat, and acted as if he had not just spent the past 3/4 of an hour in a box that's smell was the stuff of horror stories.
How he did it, I have no idea nor do I wish to investigate. He was simply trying to answer a question, wanted an answer and consequences be damned, he was going to be satisfied!

I still think there are better questions in the world to be answered.
But that's just the opinion of a boring counselor.