Family Rule #128

#128 We are REALLY not ever ever ever using the bathroom at the video store again.

There's a video store near our house. But, we don't go there often. A.) We don't watch many movies, we're too dang tired all the time. B.) It's kinda skeevy. C.) Some kind of drama always goes down when we go there. Examples would be: someone's dog is running wild in the store or Isabel falls off one of the toys in the play area and screams bloody murder the rest of the time or someone goes nutso on the worker who won't let them rent a movie because they have $89 in unpaid fines.

This weekend, I risked it. 4 minutes into the adventure--I'm only to the "Cs" in the new releases--Isabel announces in her most panicked voice that she HAS TO GO POTTY RIGHT NOW.

I don't know why I fall for this. I mean, honestly, what are the odds of her having TO GO POTTY RIGHT NOW every time we go to that particular store? Perhaps I'm still traumatized by the time she peed her pants (and all over the floor) in that very store 2 years ago (and Milo started wailing with her to express in sympathy). So, we get the grimy key to the bathroom and head back.

Their bathroom is creepy. That's all there is to it. It's hot in there. It's small. It's crammed full of stuff that doesn't belong in there. Random shelving units, old movies, boxes of DVD cases. But, there's nothing one would ACTUALLY need. Say...soap...or paper towels.

So, both kids use the potty (because it's contagious). As I'm helping Isabel balance on the rickety toilet seat I hear SFFFFTTTT and am suddenly overwhelmed by the aroma of Lavender Fields. One look at Milo's face tells me all I need to know. He, somehow, assumed that the little high powered aerosol can on the sink was SOAP. You guessed it. He assaulted his own hand with a-nearly-crippling-and-definitely-nauseating-high-powered spray of Lavender Fields air freshener. Because, of course you would have air freshener in the creepy bathroom. Where there's no soap. Or paper towels.

Blech.