I took Rusty and Tommy with me on a couple of errands this afternoon. One of our stops was the hardware store where I needed to buy some 2×4’s.
I needed my boards cut and the very helpful dude was great, but slow, so the boys and I were wandering around the store. As we passed the restrooms, Rusty suddenly declared his need to go.
I explained that we’d have to go into the ladies’ restroom because I couldn’t let him go alone and after a moment of debate (and a more urgent need to “go”), Rusty relented and went into the ladies’ restroom.
I had Tommy standing against the stall door (so I could easily stop him from looking under stalls) and we were waiting for Rusty to do his thing. This is when Tommy loudly stated, “Momma, we aren’t girls. There are two of us and only one of you. We have you out-numbered!”
Yes, son. You do. Trust me. I know it!