Public Restroom and Potty Training

As a father, I take pride in not being the sort ofthe opportunity to look around.
husband that does not leave all the duties of childMy son observed a pair of feet in the stall next to
rearing to my wife.us. ?Hey, there?s somebody over there,? He
I pride myself in being the kind of husband and fatherannounced in his outdoor voice. Honestly the whole
that takes an active part in helping care for myquiet voice thing seemed beyond his understanding. If
children. If they woke up in the middle of the night orhe had something to say, there was no sense being
needed fed or diapers changed, I would help out asshy about it. "It's alright," I replied in my inside voice. I
often as I could to take the burden off my wife. Sotook a glance down at the strangers feet myself and
when we were on a family outing to the localnoticed that they were at least three inches longer
shopping mall and my son needed to go potty it wasthan my own. ?How?s it coming there son?? I asked
only natural that I should take him. I had taken himtrying to keep my little guy focused. ?Are you going
several times at home as he was making the allpotty over there too?? my son inquired of the
important switch from diapers to big boy underwear.mysterious feet. ?Just let the nice man go potty and
We were both pretty comfortable with the routine.you go potty too,? once again attempting to remind
There would only be one teeny tiny little differencehim we did come in here for a reason. ?Are you
this time. This time it would be a public restroomabout done little man??
experience.It was quiet for a moment and I thought perhaps
Thinking back on my own crucial steps towardthe worst was over. But no. The man next door
manhood, I thought this might be a little intimidatingmade a sort of sloppy sound. The kind of sound that
for my little man. When I was his age my family usedyou just hate to make in a public restroom. That was
to go to the drive in theater (remember those?).a sound you really only wanted to make in the
Mom would put me in my pajamas before we leftcomfort and confines of your own private bathroom
home. When we arrived at the show, I wouldat home. If you do make such a sound in a public
consume large quantities of juice and before long Irestroom, you really hope no one notices.
was in need of relief. My dad would dutifully escortUnfortunately public restrooms these days are
me from the car, through a seemingly endless mazedesigned by the same people that make concert halls
of vehicles, up and down the hills, lit only by theso they have roughly the same acoustics. Not only
images flashing across the giant screen, to the publicdid my son hear it, he felt obligated to comment. He
restroom at the snack bar. I can still remember dadsaid the same thing I had said to him when he made
being perplexed by my need to go so bad while inthat sound, ?Hey, sounds like DIARRHEA!? Diarrhea,
the car, then taking so long to go once we actuallywas not even a public word when I was growing up.
reached the restroom. Sitting my naked behind on aNow we have to hear about it on television
strange seat in a row of booths with strangers oncommercials. Even so, it is still a word you just do not
either side, it was all just too much. Even worse waswant to hear in public. I looked again at those gigantic
waiting in a long line of strangers, dancing around infeet. I thought, if he stood up he could probably
my pajamas holding my crotch while I waited topunch me right over the top of the stall. ?Are you
attempt to go in the totally open public peeingabout done there son?,? I asked hoping that this
trough. Forget about it.would all be over soon.
With this in mind, I intended to make this as easy asFinally he was finished. As he was bending over so I
possible for my son . He seemed eager. He wascould wipe his little tush, his head got down below
excited by this whole ordeal, this giant step fromthe adjoining wall. Still using his one-volume-fits-all
baby in diapers to manhood. He was ready to makevoice he asked, ?Do you want my daddy to come
that step. He charged right into the men's room withand wipe your bottom too?? Mercifully the owner of
me right beside him. I took him into the first emptythe feet next door did not feel the need to answer.
stall got his pants down lifted his little bottom upThankfully, those feet and their owner just stayed
onto the seat. The first obstacle was that the hole input while I wiped, zipped, buttoned and packed my
the seat was a bit larger than the one at home andson out of there like a thief stealing a loaf of bread. I
it was not the complete circle of comfort he waskept him tightly tucked under my arm and I didn?t
used to at home. At home he had a little plasticset him down again until we were back beside my
doughnut that made the hole a little smaller completewife. "Is everything alright, you look dazed?? my wife
with a front deflector shield that made the processasked looking at me. ?Well sure, yes, it went fine,
relatively fool proof. Now he had to balance on thebut if a really big guy starts coming toward us I?ll
edge of an abyss, use one hand to aim and themeet you back at the car,? I said. ?Why, what?s
other to hold on to daddy. That extra inch ofwrong?,? she inquired out of genuine concern. ?Well
clearance on each side was the difference betweenit?s nothing really except our son just asked a very
sitting comfortably and struggling to keep fromlarge pair of feet if he wanted his daddy to come
getting his bottom wet. I held him steady so he couldand wipe his bottom too... By the way, next time he
relax. Which he did. So relaxed in fact that he tookneeds to go, it?your turn.?