"Mama. I like going to the bathroom."
Judging from the acoustics of her response, Mama was not in the stall with the little voice. She replied sweetly but with a hint of disapointment that she wasn't going to get just a minute of silence while the owner of the little voice was in the stall alone.
"That's nice honey, I'm glad you like using the bathroom."
Encouraged by Mama's response and obviously excited the little voice then exclaimed "Mama Mama I don't have diarrhea any more!"
"Oh honey that's good. I'm glad. Please wipe and we will finish our shopping." What was a hint of disappointment in Mama's voice had at that point turned into more than a hint of embarrassment.
"Mama! I'm having regular poops!"
"Good. Now please wipe your bum and come out to wash your hands."
"Mama come in here. Come see my regular poops!"
"I don't need to come in honey."
"No Mama, come see so you believe me!"
"I believe you."
"No Mama! Come now! Come see them!"
The little voice is getting louder and louder, the tone of Mama's voice is becoming less embarrassed. I can only imagine that Mama is standing outside the stall resigning herself to the inevitability of acquiescing to the voice's demand.
I am quietly giggling as I wash my hands, and fully smiling as Mama and the little voice emerge from their stall.
Mama, a pretty woman with shoulder length blonde hair looks at me and smiles. She looks down and shakes her head, shrugs her shoulders, telling me with her eyes that she can't believe what she just did.
I laugh out loud and say "That just made my day."
She looks at me in disbelief "Well I'm glad that made your day."
"It did. My son is 16 months old and is just starting to talk. I can't wait to see what kind of things he's going to say."
She laughs. "Whatever they say, it's always at the best time."
As if on cue the little voice pipes up once again. "Where is your son? Did you leave him in the toilet?"
Mama and I share a knowing look and laugh. "No," I say "He's not here. He's at his grandma's house."
I leave the restroom with a smile on my face, I love it when strangers can make my day.
"That's nice honey, I'm glad you like using the bathroom."
Encouraged by Mama's response and obviously excited the little voice then exclaimed "Mama Mama I don't have diarrhea any more!"
"Oh honey that's good. I'm glad. Please wipe and we will finish our shopping." What was a hint of disappointment in Mama's voice had at that point turned into more than a hint of embarrassment.
"Mama! I'm having regular poops!"
"Good. Now please wipe your bum and come out to wash your hands."
"Mama come in here. Come see my regular poops!"
"I don't need to come in honey."
"No Mama, come see so you believe me!"
"I believe you."
"No Mama! Come now! Come see them!"
The little voice is getting louder and louder, the tone of Mama's voice is becoming less embarrassed. I can only imagine that Mama is standing outside the stall resigning herself to the inevitability of acquiescing to the voice's demand.
I am quietly giggling as I wash my hands, and fully smiling as Mama and the little voice emerge from their stall.
Mama, a pretty woman with shoulder length blonde hair looks at me and smiles. She looks down and shakes her head, shrugs her shoulders, telling me with her eyes that she can't believe what she just did.
I laugh out loud and say "That just made my day."
She looks at me in disbelief "Well I'm glad that made your day."
"It did. My son is 16 months old and is just starting to talk. I can't wait to see what kind of things he's going to say."
She laughs. "Whatever they say, it's always at the best time."
As if on cue the little voice pipes up once again. "Where is your son? Did you leave him in the toilet?"
Mama and I share a knowing look and laugh. "No," I say "He's not here. He's at his grandma's house."
I leave the restroom with a smile on my face, I love it when strangers can make my day.
