sometimes the best kind of entertainment comes while in a public restroom.

Tonight my husband and I went on a hot date. We planned on going to see The Time Traveler's Wife. I love anything sappy and romantic.. especially when it involves Miss McAdams. Eric Bana is alright, but the stunning Rachel McAdams is totally worth paying $10.50 a ticket. I think I love her.

I accidentally took a 3+ hour nap this afternoon and it (kind of) threw off our schedule. Instead of heading to the theater, we went to dinner and ran a few child-less errands, which is equally romantic. Now I think I might read the book before seeing the movie. Any comments on which should come first? Anyone?

An hour into the date, we were casually walking the isles of TJMaxx when I had to go to the bathroom for the 300th time. As soon as I walked into the restroom, I hear a cute little voice coming from the handicapped stall.

"Mommy! Someone else is in here! I hear them walking. They opened the door. They are pulling down their pants. Mom! I think they are right next to us! Mom. I heard you toot. Are you going poop? Are you finished going potty? I think the person next to us is going potty. I can hear them peeing. They aren't peeing as loud as you are. Are you done yet? Is the water yellow? Let me see. Oh! The other person is done! Their toilet is flushing. They are washing their hands... "

In between the narrative coming from this darling little voice, the mother tried to hush or distract. I was hoping she wasn't embarrassed because I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wondered if I should have said something through the stall like, "Gotta love it" or "sounds like you have a talkative one" just to offer my support... but I just smiled instead. I never saw either of their faces. They stayed in the stall until I exited the bathroom. Strategic move by mommy. I've hidden myself in the stall several times after such an incident and escaped only after the coast was positively clear.

As I walked back to my husband, I thought of my oldest brother who was passing through Vegas on a family vacation. He took his little daughter into a public restroom on the Strip. While he was using the toilet, my niece was laying on the ground peeking her head into the neighboring stall. My brother was grabbing at her and telling her to stand up. She finally obeyed and asked loud enough for everyone to hear, "Daddy, why is that man next to us wearing women's underwear?" Daddy was too mortified to answer. He never saw the undercover cross-dresser face to face, but what a fantastic story.

Kids. They really are the best kind of entertainment.