Meet Sam.
We know this because Sam was wearing a name tag. Sam was a little boy who liked to steal trains from little girls in the children’s book section of Barnes and Noble. Sam was also an unaccompanied minor. Sam played bullied without any parental guidance (and I’m pretty sure that B&N is a PG kind of place) for a good hour while our girls desperately tried to take back the Thomas and their big brother/cousin defended their honor.
and then, out of nowhere, came Sam’s mom. and Sam’s mom said this: “Sam, Mommy is going to go potty now. I’ll be back in a little bit. and then we are going home.”
REALLY?
Really, Sam’s mom? You are really, seriously leaving your small child ALONE in a Barnes and Noble while you go off to potty alone? SERIOUSLY?
Sam’s mom baffled me almost as much as Patricia Heaton.
Now, this actually is a good segue into a question I have been meaning to ask.
(anyone know a good cleaning lady in the Atlanta area?)
oh, wait, no, that wasn’t it. but I DO need answers to that…
but, my boy is almost 7. Yes, he does still have a blanket, but he is now at the age where he is too old to be coming into public bathrooms with me. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with girls, and he certainly doesn’t want to drop his drawers in front of me, and the whole turn-around-and-face-the-wall-to-give-me-privacy thing no longer works with him. But, I am hesitant to send him into the bathroom alone.
I mean…there are FREAKS out there.
and I don’t mean freaks like little boys who want to wear their batting helmets all the livelong day
no, I mean REAL freaks.
Today at Target, where I had a cart full of perishables and two little girls in tow and we had to make a mad dash for the bathroom from the absolute FURTHEST place from the bathrooms and I panicked a little bit because dude refused to go into the ladies’…so, I opened the door to the men’s room and said in a REALLY loud voice…
“Josh, I’m standing outside waiting for you. With two VERY large bodyguards!”
as if this would deter any sick pervs who were hanging out in the bathroom
(shudder)
(shudder)
(shudder)
but seriously…what do I do?
I am terrified to allow him to go to the bathroom alone. But he is NOT going to go into the bathroom with me.
I suppose I could get Sam’s mom to take him to potty. heh.