Siah and I were picking up food at a restaurant for a party at home later that day. He had been so patient with me as I negotiated arrangements and discounts with the manager – (long story not worth re-living). And it was his patience that led me to commit a bit of a lapse in judgment.

“Mama, I have to go potty.”

“Ok, Siah. Hold on and I’ll take you.”

“No, Mama. I’m a big boy now. I can do it myself. I want to go into the bafroom for BOYS, not for girls.”

And this is where my lapse in judgment happened…

“…Ok, Siah.” Go ahead. Remember to flush the potty and wash your hands.

I stood right outside the “bafroom” to keep an eye on all the men coming and going. Three men later, I still had no sign of Siah. So I asked a guy going in to check on him for me. He came back and reported that Siah was SITTING IN THE URINAL, DOING HIS BUSINESS. I peeked around the door and saw two little feet dangling out from behind the privacy wall, and Siah’s coat on the floor. [GAG!]

As soon as the restroom cleared out, I charged in there. In part out of embarrassment and in part because my dear son clearly needed some help figuring out how things work. And it was the latter tug on my heart string that caused me to ignore the fact that it probably would be more embarrassing for me to be in the men’s bathroom should some guy walk in. Whatever. A Mama’s gotta do what a Mama’s gotta do.

So we hustled our muscles, wiped his bottom, had a discussion about how “bowel movements” are supposed to happen in the potty and not in the urinal, washed his hands, and exited as quickly as we could.

It was memorable for me – he is so funny in how he sees the world and thinks things work. As for him – he was beaming because he’s a big boy who went potty all by himself in the BOYS bathroom!