Thank God for discretion!

Tonight at Wal-Mart, as we were running errands, Olivia has to use the bathroom. Not sure why we can't master using it before we leave home, but nevertheless...we go and of course the buggy is full: Kayla, the diaper bag, our coats, and our shopping "booty." So, I tell Olivia to go in alone while I stand (with everything else) by the door. Side note - Olivia likes the "big potty" which is aka the handicapped one. I have tried to tell her it is for wheelchairs, etc., to no avail. I assume she gets it, but bigger must mean better, so she HAS to use that one. She has even been known to cry when it is unavailable. She even has "war stories" from preschool about how she beat someone to the big potty, or someone beat her and that was just "not nice." We take turns, Olivia, even with big potties, I tell her.

Back to the point, Olivia goes in to the bathroom alone and a few seconds later I hear tugging at the door. I open it and she proceeds to tell me those potties are "too dirty" to use. Now, I was not in there, but thank God for her discretion as there is really no telling what it was, and I did not feel compelled to investigate. Luckily, nearby was a family potty someone pointed out. That was not much cleaner, likely, but at least I could somewhat monitor what she touched and make sure we cleaned our hands well. Some days you are thankful for the little things, like your child knowing what constitutes as "disgusting", lol!