I think that I’ve toured every restroom, in any given place that I’ve visited. It’s not that I enjoy visiting them,
it’s just that anytime I’ve ever stepped into a building or business with “children”, they automatically have to go.
We’ve been behind boxes of products, down long corridors, and in places that one wouldn’t think that there would
be a restroom, but needless to say, there generally is one.
Basically, if companies expect to have customers come back with children in tow, then the provisions must be met.
The store employees know how to accomodate their customers for as I was standing in line with the daughter, at a
Halloween costume shop, one of the employees brought it to my attention that if my daughter couldn’t wait, we
could use the men’s room, for it was empty. We had just arrived to the store amid all of the Halloween shopping
before we finally decided to get in the line.
Surely the employee that had offered knows the patterns of children. Once they get into the store they pretty much
head towards the restroom.
I thanked her anyway, and told her we could wait. For once in a blue moon it was me, the Mama, who had to go
and not the child! The one that later in the month would be transformed into a Dragontale!
“Small wonders happen now and then-
Just not too often and don’t know exactly when!”