The awesome thing about potty training Luke is that I have now visited more public restrooms during the past five months than I have in my entire life. Creepy bathrooms at city parks, gross porta-potties, "employee only" bathrooms... you name it, we've been there.
Undoubtedly, you are dying to know what is my favorite part about taking Luke into public restrooms. No, it's not his infatuation with the sanitary napkin disposal bin... or that he insists on standing when going to the bathroom even though the toilet is 3 inches too tall for him.. or that he exits the stall by crawling under the door.
I will tell you.
It is Luke's play-by-play commentary of the activity in our stall. No privacy here.
"Mommy, I went!"
"Mommy, do you have big poopies too!"
"Charlie's hands are in the toilet."
"I have poopie on my hands."
"Mommy, I wipe you, okay."
"Mommy, I flush the toilet."
Its times like this when I wonder - I started potty training Luke because...?