By Shannon Magsam, Ladybug’s mama
So, apparently I wrote a lot of Life with Ladybug posts about searching for a new SUV. A lot. But this is the post that’s going to change all that! I’m not even going to mention the word RAV4 here again. At least not until I mention how I got that sucker into my crap-laden garage mere seconds before the hailstorm attacked.
Our other car got beat all to heck, but not one ding on the … new vehicle.
OK, done. We’re already eating McDonald’s in the rig, so I’m over it.
Onward and upward! Let’s talk about how Ladybug started 2nd grade yesterday! Can I just say that sounds really old? Her, not me.
She’s really pumped about her new teacher and the fact that one of her bestest friends made it into her class. She would have liked to have Addie and Teaghan, too, but one close friend is better than nothin’. I just hope she can keep quiet. As I live with this child every day – and witness her motor-mouth up close and personal — I don’t see how it’s possible. But I digress.
She loved the first day of second grade. Congrats, Little Lady. You got up, got dressed and we made it there 20 minutes early. It will probably be the only time all year.
New subject. About boy parts.
So, I have a question. For those of you with boys, what’s the cut-off age for taking your son into the women’s bathroom? I don’t have to deal with this since my daughter can come into the restroom with me, no problem. I understand that little boys don’t need to be going into the men’s room by themselves. And I understand why they need to come into the women’s restroom with their mom to avoid that.
But at what age do you send them to their gender-appropriate toilet and say, ‘I’ll stand right out here and wait for you”?
I’m really asking. Does it depend on the kid? The mom? The location of the bathroom?
This issue is on my mind because three times in the past few months I’ve been in a couple of awkward situations. In one, I was in the Hobby Lobby bathroom alone and a mom sent her [hard to tell his age, but maybe 8?] son in by himself. She waited outside with his sisters (?). I finished up quickly and left the restroom.
Then, when we were at Dave and Buster’s in Tulsa last week, a mom and her two sons came in while Ladybug and I were using the bathroom. Even more awkward: the boys were probably 10 and 12.
There’s also the time I was at a hotel for an event and a mom brought her two sons, probably 12 and 13, into the bathroom and insisted they stand facing the back wall. Uncomfortable. Of course, it probably didn’t help that I often walk out of the stall still zipping up. Oops. I swear one of them was peeking.
Of course, I know some boys look wayyyy older than they really are. And I know I’d be worried about sending my son into the men’s room, too. (Ladybug once ran ahead of me and straight into the men’s room at a restaurant when she was about 3 and I had no qualms about popping right in there to bring her out.)
So, inquiring minds want to know: how old is too old?