While I'm talking about public conveniences, privacy etc. I thought I'd share what happened on Sunday morning when we made a rare family outing for jeans and other non-winter apparel. (When will these kids stop growing?)
I found a nice white cotton cable sweater which I thought would look fetching and yacht like this summer. (The nearest I will get to a yacht will probably be racing the tide back from Holy Island but I will be certain to look fabulous all the same.) I went into a changing/fitting room, closely followed by four year old who has become Mr. Velcro since our coinciding ghastly colds. (Does the phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" mean anything to these people?)
Desperate for two minutes alone, I said "Why don't you wait outside with big sis?". This was met with a shoo-ing gesture worthy of a 90 year old woman - head down, both hands out front, flapping wildly - he might as well have had a Queen Mother Handbag on one arm. Shoving me authoritatively into the changing/fitting room, and of course, in a voice loud enough to reach my husband and about 75 others on the shop floor, he assured me - "Oh mommy, don't worry. I won't laugh at your boobs".