Tonight we took the kids out for dinner to one of these all you can eat salad and extras places. They like going there. It's sort of cheap and no one cares when you spill. Or shout. Halfway through dinner my son turns to tell me he has to go poop. This is a rare occasion. This is a child who does not poop outside of his home. He NEVER poops at school. Or anywhere besides our toilet. So anyway we head over to the ladies' room and one of the toilets is overflowing so we go into the other one. There are only two. And after some minor insecurity about this whole toilet seat cover business (how will the pee get through? the poo poo is not going in the water!) he settles into his usual twenty minute transaction.
Meanwhile women are starting to line up because there's no other toilet and so I mention to my son that if he's done we need to leave quickly so that someone else can use the toilet. He's not done. Another five minutes passes as he's pushing and groaning and now I overhear women saying can we just use the men's room? And I'm starting to want to hurry him because I've been on their side and I know that time in a restroom is relative to which side of the stall you're on but I look down at this little boy hunched over this toilet while his face turns red and his eyeballs bug out during each push and I take a deep breathe (not too deep. It's a public restroom after all) and we wait. And I chuckle to myself having discovered that restroom stall is both a noun and a verb.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Restroom Stall
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Miss A has major #2 issues (maybe since all the kid eats is dairy?)
Anyway - once while in a Borders she was having a motivational conversation with herself telling it to "Come on out of there!"
A teenager was in the next stall and couldn't help giggling. I don't blame her, Miss A is pretty darn funny.
When we left the bathroom, said teen caught sight of us and burst out laughing again - I flashed her smile, and let her know it all worked out ok ;)
I LOVE your work- so nice to *meet* you. I think your Peace print I love most of all. Thank you for commenting on papernstitch about my work. I am going to check out your blog a little more. My best to you!
On a road trip recently, my 2.2 year old, who wears diapers but poops in the potty announced she had to poop. We stop at a gas station and my husband takes her and her red freestanding potty. The manager gives him a hard time about taking a girl in the men's room and doesn't allow any other men to go in while my huz and daughter are in the stall. SuperDad proceeds, throws away her diaper, and puts her on the potty. A line of men forms. My husband panics, forces girl to wrap it up. "Are you done? You're done." And as he picks her up, she releases one more little poop into her pants.
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