One thing to know about the Urchins at Chez Quinn is they insist on having either extremely deep, soul searching or utterly bizarre conversations while in the stalls of the ladies room. I'm not sure what it is about public bathrooms that inspire such deep thoughts, but apparently in my girls, it does.
So on Valentine's Day, while at a local restaurant, The Youngest Urchin (who is now six) and I had the following conversation while jammed in the bathroom stall together:
Y.U.- I don't like sensors on potties.
me- Yeah, I know. Your sister couldn't stand them when she was just learning to go.
Y.U. They always flush when you don't want them to.
me- I guess they do when you're small.
Y.U. *contemplative silence* I wish toilets could read your mind. Then they could know when you wanted them to flush.
me- Hmm. I don't think I'd like a toilet to know what I was thinking. That would creep me out. (*Major interior struggle to keep in the dirty mind/toilet joke*)
Y.U. *somewhat exasperated at my limited vision* Well you'd only tell it to flush.
me- Yeah, but it'd still be in my head. I'm not crazy about that. What if you used The Force instead?
Y.U. Yes! The Force! That way it would flush only when you told it to. That's what I said.
me- Oh. Okay. Then I guess I'm fine with using The Force to flush.
The person in the next stall came out at the same time we did. She washed her hands pretty quickly and didn't make any eye contact at all, then scurried out of there. Not sure why. As Urchin Bathroom Conversations (c) go, that one was pretty amusing.
From the pit (of despair)
16 hours ago