Not me. Not ever. Thankfully.
The five year old. She’s so petite that when there is input there is an immediate output. Hence, we visit a lot of restaurant bathrooms. And, of course, she cannot poop with anyone in the room. (Bonus for me.)
However, she must also be naked.
After a couple of minutes I’ll hear the call through the Ladies Room door.
“MOM! I’m done!”
In I go and there she is. Naked. On the pot. All articles of clothing including shirt, shoes and socks in a pile on the bathroom tile. As I redress her I ponder how this could possibly be the same child who says things like, “Can I eat this french fry?” after it’s fallen on our living room floor.
I assume they teach her that germ/don’t eat food off the floor stuff in Pre-K because she sure didn’t learn it at home.