I don’t know why I feel compelled to tell you this story, dear Reader. Perhaps in the essence of fairness. After all, you will recall my response to my husband’s pool story (see Oh How I Giggled).
So Sassy and The Bandit and I took My Honey to the mall today to get his father’s day present and do some errands. We decided to grab some lunch in the food court and afterwards we hit the bathrooms there to destickify The Bandit. The kids and I went into one of the family bathrooms, and My Honey sank down into one of the big leather club chairs there to wait. If you haven’t been in a family bathroom before, there is a changing area for babies, a regular size toilet and, the big draw, a small toilet and sink for kids. While we were in there, I insisted that everyone go potty. Lot of good it did me since the minute we were the farthest from a bathroom we could get, Sassy had to go again.
So Sassy is using the wee toilet and I am using the big one. That’s when The Bandit decided to open the door. No matter how often or how loudly I screamed “NO!”. So this is what the entire Food Court saw: The Bandit giggling with glee and me screaming and crab walking across the floor all while trying desperately to stop the flow.
And what was My Honey doing? He was laughing hysterically.
Probably serves me right.