How Mortifying!

When Carter was just over 3 years old he miraculously began to potty train himself. I cannot take any credit for it, I just simply followed his lead. Evan was impossibly difficult to train so I never expected to train Carter so easily. Anyhow, today we were at Chick-Fil-A eating lunch when Carter had to go "Squeeze" (as he affectionately calls having a bowel movement). So b/c I was feeding a baby I was unable to accompany him to the restroom. I sent Evan instead. No big deal I had a clear shot at the restroom door so I patiently watched for their safe return. Well, Evan decided that Carter was big enough to handle it on his own, "He knows the way back", he said. Annoyed that he hadn't waited for his brother I continued to watch for him to come back. No big deal he followed shortly. After the boys were all done playing on the playground they traded in their toys for icecream. We regrouped in the dining room as they ate their icecream cones. We were in no hurry and were watching the rain pound the windows, glad that we were not out in it. An assistant manager came over and asked, "Maam, can I talk to you privately?". Privately! The restraunt was empty. What could he possibly say to me that he could not say in front of the kids? Anyhow I followed him and then stopped in front of the store, but in view of the children. Anyhow, he continued to tell me that my precious son had had a bowel movement in the urinal! What was I to do?! I simply blushed and said how sorry I was. But honestly, did he want me to go into the men's restroom and clean it? He said, " I have a boy I am toilet training as well and I wanted this to become a teaching moment for your son. Don't worry about it, we have already cleaned it up." All I could say was," I am so sorry, I thought he knew how to use a urinal", and proceed back to my kids and pack them up to leave in the pouring rain. Once we were in the van I explained to Carter that the toilets hanging on the walls were for potty only, that poop could not be flushed in those toilets. That he needed to be sure the toilet had a door around it and water in the bottom of it for the poop to splash, then he could "squeeze" in those toilets. What a conversation to have with a 4 year old and where was Matt for all of this? I am not knowledgable in the urinal department. Who knows, I guess there could be water in the bottom of them? Whatever, it was still mortifying. Carter is notorious for not shutting the bathroom door when he goes, but he has never done this before. Or has he???????