Walking through the mall and Munchkin needs to go potty. Here is the thing...he is big enough to be independent, however not big enough to go into the mens room by himself. Not even close.
Last week, a woman actually had the GALL to tell me that my six year old was too old to be using a women's restroom. Let's me clear. He was washing his hands. He had to go...he was not running around peeking under stalls or doing anything that should garner any looks or comments. He is a little boy who can BARLEY reach the faucet and generally can't reach the paper towels.
I was flabbergasted. I stood there for just a moment silent and then I said "I am so sorry that you feel that way. Have a good day!" I smiled at her. She looked shocked and then shot me another dirty look.
For a split second I was feeling bad. I felt like I was the one in the wrong. Then I went and posted the encounter on Facebook and within minutes I was inundated by people commenting that she was way out of line! Whew. I was relieved.
See as this was happening, I choose to "kill her with kindness" because I didn't want Munchkin to feel like he was in the wrong or out of line in any way. I did not want to let this strange lady have ANY ounce of control over our day or our life. When Nate asked me why she was so grouchy, I replied that sometimes people can just be mean when they are having a bad day. He looked at me funny and told me that it wasn't nice of her to be mean and maybe she should make a better choice.
Yes my dear, she did need to make a better choice, because our choice is just fine for us!