We were at QFC yesterday when Alex asked, “Do they have a potty here?” The answer to this question is always, “Yes, and let’s go find it.”
We made it to the bathroom in time. Alex is pretty good about using the potty on his own, but he frequently needs some poking and prodding when done. This time was no exception. I had to keep saying, with slight tones of exasperation, “Alex, come on, hurry up. Alex, pull up your underwear and shorts and then we’ll wash your hands. Alex, hurry up.”
As Alex was drying his hands, a college kid came out of the other bathroom stall with a big smile on his face. “My name is Alex, too,” he said. “Boy, that was confusing and stressful for a second!”