Last night, I took BG to the bathroom in a restaurant. It had been a long day, and I was feeling stressed and emotional and a little resentful because I just wanted to eat my dinner. But she was doing so well, and I was proud of her for telling me she had to go, so I pretended to be cheerful.
As she was sitting on the toilet, someone went into the stall next to us.
"Mommy, there's another kid in here, peeing just like I am."
"Well maybe, honey. It could be a kid. Or it could be a grownup."
"Or it COULD be a kid."
The woman in the stall next to us cracked up laughing, flushed the toilet, and click clacked her heels to the sink to wash her hands.
"Mommy, there's a grown up in here."
"The kid turned into a grown up!"