We went to Biloxi earlier this week to the Beau Rivage to have lunch with my in-laws. It’s one of the nicer casinos there, and the buffet is considerably better than some. The kids behaved, and overall it was a great time.
Overall, but not totally.
Damian decided lunch would be a great time to fill his diaper, necessitating a quick trip to the ladies room for a change. Knowing it was an hour drive I home I decided I best go potty too. I took him into the stall with me and sat down. Imagine you are in the ladies room powdering your nose, and you overhear this conversation.
“Mommy,you go PEE-PEE???”
“Yes, mommy went potty”
“Mommy, you a good boy!! Yeah!!!”
*snickering heard from surrounding stalls*
“Mommy, you go poop??”
“No dear, mommy didn’t have to go poop.”
“Oh, ooooooooohhhh…I see your hiney mommy!!!! I see your hiney!!!!!! I see your hiiiiinnnneeeeeyyyyyy!!!”
By this point the polite snickers around us turned into full blown belly laughs. I was laughing too, but I know I was a bit red-faced as we went to wash our hands.
2 year olds are great aren’t they?