Last week, while at a soccer game, Fripits had to use the potty.
We were at an indoor soccer arena, mostly used by men. The bathroom was also mostly used by men.
I’ll let you do the math on that one.
I knew the bathroom would be disgusting but when a three year old has to go, she has to go.
We walked in and it was nasty.
She looked at me and asked, “Mommy, this bathroom isn’t very clean, right?”
Nope. It isn’t.
Then I lifted up the lid to the toilet seat, and Fripits peeked inside. It was brown, murky, and stinky.
She reacted by screaming in terror at the top of her lungs.
Finally, after the screaming subsided she begged me to taker her to her bathroom because it has a clean toilet.
That was too far away, so Mommy saved the day by putting a diaper on her and letting her go there. (Drastic times, drastic measures.)
I have traveled in many countries, and there have been times where I’ve wished for my bathroom with its clean toilet.
Welcome Elena, to the real world.