What is a father to do when he’s out in town with his two young daughters and is confronted by a sight like the one above? This is exactly the situation I recently came across when having lunch in a cafe.
Helen, our eldest, declared she needed the lavatory. Toddler Adams, who is presently being potty trained, promptly declared that she also needed to go.
Helen is old enough to go by herself, but she sometimes needs help to get on or off the seat. As for Toddler Adams, well, she is at an age where she can pull off any number of lavatorial stunts.
Here I was, in the slightly awkward position of having to be on hand for both girls in the ladies’ conveniences, which was also the disabled facility and housed the one changing table in the café. I always try to avoid taking Helen into the gents’ if I can avoid it and on this occasion it was too small for Toddler Adams’ needs. Under the circumstances I’m afraid I just got on with the job and hoped no women or wheelchair users were, ahem, in desperate need.
To be fair, this place was not part of some huge chain. Even so, the premises were large and I can’t help feeling that loo must sometimes get as busy as Piccadilly Circus.
I have two questions for you. If you’re female, how would you have reacted seeing me, a dad, hanging round the ladies’ (albeit for very justifiable reasons)? If you’re male, what would you have done?