Imagine a lovely mom n’ pop restaurant on a beachy island. Perfect ambiance, honest food, good service. It’s also the last day of your family vacation, so you’re looking forward to a little celebrating at the dinner table.
The tomatoes on the salad are ruby-red and farm-fresh, the newly baked brown bread steams with delight, the shrimp are gianormous and cooked perfectly and the crab bisque….ahh, that sensuous, mouth-watering, swooningly-delicious fresh soup. All is peaceful and serene, right?
Well you know I’m going to say “no.” See, my toddler is in the midst of potty training. And just as I’m about to crunch on the crispy lettuce, she flashes her bright blue eyes at me and says, “Mommy, I have to go potty.” OK, this is great, I think. I praise her effusively and off we go to the ladies’ room as I spare a parting shot at my dinner.
Little did I know what lay ahead of me tonight. For if I had known, I would have stuffed some of that bread into my purse right away! To find out what happened, check out my full post at http://yinyangmommy.wordpress.com.