Conversation in Target -
Mr. Intensity: Momma, I gotta go to the bathroom.
Me: OK, son...just a minute.
Mr I: Mom, let's go look at the toys.
Me: I thought you had to pee.
Mr. I: No, it's poop.
Me: OK - we're on the way.
In the bathroom -
Mr. I: Mom, wanna come see my poop?
Me: Um, not really - are you ready for me to wipe?
Mr. I (simultaneously proud and excited): Yeah, come on in - it's really BIG!
[chuckles from other women]
Mr. I: Look at those colors! I see green and pink and brown! Isn't that cool, Momma?
[more chuckles. I'm doing all I can to keep my composure.]
I'm frantically trying to put his clothes back on, since he has to be naked to do his duty. He bends down and looks under the stall at the lady next to us. "Momma - there's camouflage over there!"
Thankfully the lady in uniform was forgiving.
While washing our hands a lady, who's daughter appeared to be about 10 years old, said to me with nostalgia in her voice "I miss those days."