While they were gone our food arrived. Alex took a big dunk of ketchup on his grilled cheese sandwich and bit in.
Then he started making strange noises.
After several attempts to guess what was wrong (it was a really big bite) he decided to fingerspell it ASL style.
"It's kinky?" I asked.
the laughter ensued.
Aiden guessed it, CANKER in his mouth. OH!
Then I went to check on the girls since it had been a long time since they left us to go potty.
I walked in to bathroom and heard them talking to each other.
There was a large, old, disabled woman trying to get herself into one of the stalls.
I knocked on the handicap stall door (where I take them if we all go together, I totally understand why they went in there) and asked how it was going.
Annie informed me that she couldn't reach the toilet paper and Ashley, who was walking around in there) couldn't get it to give her any.
I made her unlock the door and I went in to help.
While they were unlocking the door the old lady came back out of the stall she was trying to get into and asked if they were finally done yet.
I apologized and said it would just be a minute.
Annie ended up having to finish her business in another stall which only took a second but I was embarrassed that this old woman had to wait for my kids so she could do her own business.
I helped Ashley wash her hands and then Annie emerged ready to do the same. This old woman had moved about 3 inches from the counter (not for spite, just because she was that slow and sore). Annie started washing her hands and I asked the old woman if she needed a hand and apologized once again.
She informed me that she can do it on her own but she's just sore from waiting so long to use the handicapped stall.
I apologized once again, again and went back to our table.
I suppose she thinks I should teach my kids NOT to go in that stall but this is the first time this has happened in all my years of taking kids potty. I am not about to change this habit of theirs. Frankly, Ashley still needs a little help once in awhile and Annie is able to help her.
Am I wrong?
After we got home we took the kids out to ride bikes (except the one who behaved poorly and got an earlier flight to bed). At one point I listened to Alex asking his friend, Jared, how he spits. Apparently Jared and made some comment about Alex's style (which I didn't know he had or was doing...). They were riding around the corner I was stationed at so I only heard the beginning of the answer but I giggled to myself about the things boys ask peer advice for. They are SO unlike girls.