As we wandered through the aisles, my son fascinated with all the unusual food, I was hit with the always-a-pleasure exclamation:

“Mommy, I have to go to the potty, REALLY BAD!” How did this happen? A moment ago he was fine. Now he was holding himself down there and wincing. Ugh. But we all know how little ones sometimes don’t bother to go when they first have the urge because other things are more important to little people than a basic human function like relieving one’s self.

“Okay, let’s look for a bathroom.” And around the next corner- awesome, a bathroom! As we quickly walked jogged to the women’s bathroom, a 20-something girl young woman bolted in front of us into the one-person room/bathroom, oblivious to the fact that a 4-year-old may not always be able to hold it as she has learned to do over her 2 decades on the planet. She saw us but figured she got there first.

Oh, how little she knows now, wait til she has kids!

So, a man working at the store saw this happen and quickly instructed us to go in the men’s bathroom, it’s just one room so, no problem. I quickly thanked him and we got in and locked the door…

My Little Guy gasped and started to giggle, he was looking at the urinal mounted on the wall and said, and I quote,

“Mommy! I love these things!” Um. Okay. And then he quickly pulled down his drawers and got up on his tip toes and relieved himself… smiling.

And then it hit me: I’ve never been in a men’s bathroom before. I looked around. Nice… same as ours, toilet, sink, mirror, paper towels, toilet paper, but with a urinal too.

“I just love the toilets on the wall!” He told me as he washed his hands in the sink.

Okay. Lesson learned. Note to self: males, no matter what age, like urinals.

It never occured to me that when he my husband takes him to the bathroom when we’re out that they go into the men’s bathroom and they have urinals in there, so that’s what he uses.

DUH.

And it never occurred to me that my 4-year-old son would have a preference for what kind of toilet he goes in.

… This has been just a random thought and observation from a boy-mom;

not having grown-up a boy myself, there are still things to learn about guys, although I am married to one too.