The Terrors and I went shopping on Friday. I hate shopping without Hubby, because he buys food at the grocery store, whereas I only buy items on the list that cannot be combined to make meals. He buys meat, milk, cheese, and I'm not sure what else. I buy 3 tomatoes, aspirin, and sometimes yogurt. Anyway. I was doing my best to have a Fun Day in town, shopping and killing time until I could go home to bed. Girl Terror had to pee while in WalMart, and naturally she didn't mention it until I had all kinds of non-useful things in the cart. As I resigned myself to maneuvering the cart with both kids (If you knew my son, you wouldn't be asking "Why not just take the children to the restroom and leave the cart outside the door?") in it into the washroom, Girl Terror announced that as a big girl, she would like to go BY HERSELF. Okay.....I thought it through, ran through the close the door-pull down your pants-wipe-flush-wash directions, and sent her in. Alone. Now, understand, I was right outside the door. I could hear her footsteps. I could lean on the door, and see into the washroom. I had checked, and it was just her and one other lady in there. Girl Terror talked (shouted) to me the entire time. "Mummy, I can shut the door, otay? Mummy, I can get my own toilet paper, otay? Mummy, when I wash my hands, can I use some soap?" I could here her fine through the door. In fact, the entire store could probably hear her.
The other lady finished first and came out. I smiled at her, and she said "You're very trusting." I said "Well, she pees alone at home, and manages, I guess she just wanted to be a big girl here today!" and this woman said "Not her. You must trust everyone else, too. You never know what could happen to a child in a public washroom." I pointed out that I was so close to the door I was almost imprinted on it, I could hear every tinkle, and I had checked to see who was already in there before I let my daughter go alone. And this woman didn't let it go. She seemed sure that someone was going to sneak by me, or be waiting in hiding in one of the stall, or something terrible. And it would be my fault for not bothering to go in the bathroom with my child. She eventually walked away, shaking her head at my horribleness.
Girl Terror had an entirely different view. She came out just as we were ending our little chat, and after the woman left, she chirped "Mummy, that lady was peeing just like me! I heard her! She flushed, and then I flushed! I said hi to her!"
My god. Now I am letting her talk to strangers.