Let Me Out!

Let Me Out
A few weeks after the LET ME OUT! incident, we were driving up to visit Grandma (who lives about an hour away). When we were just 15 minutes away from Grandma’s house in Suburbia, USA, Sabrina’s pee started saying, “Let me out! Let me out!”

Knowing what I did about this situation, I knew we didn’t have 15 minutes before it just   let itself out.

Unfortunately, 15 minutes away from Grandma’s meant that we were smack dab in the middle of Big City Ghetto, USA. But, that pee was insistent. We pulled off the exit and ran into the first convenience station–a good ol’ 7-11.

I picked up my three-year-old and RAN into the store asking, “Where’s your bathroom?” While Sabrina was yelling, “STAY IN THERE PEE! STAY IN THERE!”

“No public restrooms, here.”

“My daughter is going to pee all over this floor in about 60 seconds.”

“No public restrooms, here.”

What’s a mom to do? If I put her back in the car, that pee would have let itself out all over the car. I could have tried to sketchy video store next door, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t the sort of place to take a 3-year-old. Luckily, last summer I taught Sabrina how girls pee outside. Also luckily, she was really excited about practicing her new skills. We found a  (more or less) secluded bush in the parking lot, and took care of things.

She was very proud.