Bathroom times
So, in the middle of the meal, of course, my two four year olds decide they desperately need to use the bathrooom. Off we go. Once in there, one child chooses the first stall, the other the third, because, honestly, why make things easy for mom, right?
After they're both situated, a three-person party comes in. Mom, two-year-old daughter and friend.
"You want to take the handicapped stall?" the friend asked?
"Oh, no," mom says. "We need the small stall. She'll try to make a bolt for it, and I've got to be close to catch her."
Then it's just me, shouting instructions at the twins for a bit.
Then the friend is done and leaves.
Finally, Dulce goes poop, and is afraid of leaving the potty because it flushes by itself. I manage to convince her to run to me, and she gets there before the flush goes off.
"I want to see the flush."
"No, Cora. Ours will flush in a minute."
"Want THAT flush!"
"No, Cora. You can't see other people's toilets."
Cora makes as if to tantrum.
Mom tries to distract.
Then mom is done.
"Look, Cora! Our potty is flushing! ... Eww, Cora! GROSS! WHY?! ... Jenny, you still out there?"
At this point, I'm dying laughing. "Nah, dude," I say. "She left you. ... But I'm here, so if she bolts, I'll keep an eye on her."
The mom says okay. And a few seconds later, they come out.
The girl is fascinated by Lilly's shirt, and just touches it forever. Dulce gives her a kiss on the cheek. I look at the mom and say, "I am so glad my kids aren't two anymore, wow."
She agrees.
Best bathroom break in a while.
After they're both situated, a three-person party comes in. Mom, two-year-old daughter and friend.
"You want to take the handicapped stall?" the friend asked?
"Oh, no," mom says. "We need the small stall. She'll try to make a bolt for it, and I've got to be close to catch her."
Then it's just me, shouting instructions at the twins for a bit.
Then the friend is done and leaves.
Finally, Dulce goes poop, and is afraid of leaving the potty because it flushes by itself. I manage to convince her to run to me, and she gets there before the flush goes off.
"I want to see the flush."
"No, Cora. Ours will flush in a minute."
"Want THAT flush!"
"No, Cora. You can't see other people's toilets."
Cora makes as if to tantrum.
Mom tries to distract.
Then mom is done.
"Look, Cora! Our potty is flushing! ... Eww, Cora! GROSS! WHY?! ... Jenny, you still out there?"
At this point, I'm dying laughing. "Nah, dude," I say. "She left you. ... But I'm here, so if she bolts, I'll keep an eye on her."
The mom says okay. And a few seconds later, they come out.
The girl is fascinated by Lilly's shirt, and just touches it forever. Dulce gives her a kiss on the cheek. I look at the mom and say, "I am so glad my kids aren't two anymore, wow."
She agrees.
Best bathroom break in a while.