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So, this afternoon on my usual every other day — trip to the supermarket with my kiddies. I’m busy trying to whisk my boys past what I don’t want them to repeatedly ask me to buy, failing beautifully of course — because every ten seconds my ears were ringing with ‘mum, can I have… *fades to the sound of all the adults voices in Charlie Brown*… whomp, whomp whomp.’
Then the inevitable, my little man needs the toilet. *groans*
With that, I hit pause on the shopping, and raced him over to the toilet — the female toilets.
As we’re about to go into the toilets, a man comes out of the adjacent male toilets and gives us a double take as he says ‘that’s the female toilets’ to which I retort ‘I’m aware, but I’m not sending my child into a male public toilet alone’ and usher little man into the cubicle whilst I stand by outside its door.
The man is still hovering in the corridor, somewhat glaring my way.
Okay, I started to wonder if he was an undercover store detective. Did he perhaps think I was somehow smuggling goods into my boys pants or something?
I glance at him and ask ‘are you going to stand there monitoring us using the toilet the whole time?’ He…
