You know, when you are potty training a child you become very familiar with the bathrooms of the various stores that you frequent as children are known to have very small bladders. While training G2, we didn't experience this as we stayed home for the majority of the training period.
However... Ever since G2 mastered the toilet, a whole new vista has opened for him.
Not only do we know and explore every bathroom that we come across...he has become a connoisseur.
First we must discover the secret hiding place of the bathroom in each new store. Then we check out every stall to make sure that all the toilets are the same. Then we pick the toilet that specifically fits our particular needs...on occasion each toilet is tested for acceptability.
After the raising of the lid, he assumes the stance of a ski jumper and does his job.
Then comes the seeking and implementing of the flush mechanism.
Self flushing toilets are not approved of.
We must then find the soap dispenser and giggle over the foam soap as opposed to liquid soap. Foam is preferred.
Last we examine the paper towels. This is a very involved step. Pull too hard on the cylindar paper towels and it becomes a bad magician's handkerchief trick...constantly coming out with no end in sight. Folded paper towels are frustratingly slow to grasp and small for our purpose. Air dryers are scary.
It takes a few minutes to decide, but finally we move on and all is well.
Except one last thing...we must now tell all and sundry that we have peed on the potty in a loud and happy voice.
I fear for the day that he discovers...
the boy's room.
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