Today Luke and I ventured to Whole Foods to have lunch and grab a few grocery items. After about half an hour, I decided Luke needed to try to potty. Needless to say, ten minutes later, he had still not gone to the bathroom, but had managed to touch every filthy surface in the room. I washed his hands in the sink, and then began to wash my own. At the same time, Luke heard another bathroom patron begin to use the bathroom. Without a second thought, he immediately stuck his head under the door of her stall and said, “Oh! Good job, sir!”
I scooped him up, with soap still on my hands, and ran out the door. So, to the lady wearing gray sweatpants and brown Birkenstocks, in the next to last stall at Whole Foods, I apologize.