Last night we ate at a restaurant near my office.
I had to go into work for a while and do some late system maintenance and my wife wanted to do some shopping in the area. As Michelle successfully went to the bathroom before we left the restaurant, I decided she could go with me to the office rather than have Irene try to wrangle both kids on her own.
We weren’t at my office 5 minutes before Michelle announced she had to go potty. I had no choice, I had to take her to the men’s room at my office. There was no chance of running into anyone else as the building was shut down and I’m the only one stupid enough to work on a Saturday night.
This is the first time she’s ever been to the men’s room and, on the way out, she spied the urinals. She stopped dead in her tracks, just looking at them. “Daddy,” she says, “what are those?” pointing at them.
It was surprisingly difficult to explain, and worse, she wanted to try them. I’m so glad she didn’t see them on the way in.