Reason #63
Reason #63 not to let your toddler go in the bathroom with you, even if she’s freaking out because you’re trying to make her go to bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms at the house you’re visiting for the evening:
(This post is not for the squeamish)
She just might–if you let her go in there with you to calm her frightened moaning–lean over and barf all over into your pants and underwear that are currently around your ankles while you’re peeing, and coincidentally while you’re a guest in someone else’s home.
That is, she might if she’s my kid, and if she has the stealth stomach flu which is waiting for this particularly awkward moment to make itself known to the world.
She might.
And I might die of humiliation calling for towels and a robe in my host’s house.
Or I might just barely survive to tell the tale.
And that, my friends, is reason #63.