Lenore Skenazy’s article in today’s New York Post is great. Particularly apropos given that this past week I let Whit go to the bathroom alone in Starbucks for the first time. I admit that I usually take him into the women’s room with me. But on Tuesday, the ladies was locked. So I, eager to go pick up my venti latte which I could see on the bar, I let him go into the men’s alone.
Grace and I chatted as I stirred in my splenda while we waited for Whit. He came out a couple of minutes later. His hands were wet. He was wearing a huge grin, clearly proud of himself. He had peed, flushe, and washed his hands. I was ridiculously proud.
From now on, he will get to go to the bathroom alone. As Grace often does in restaurants now. A tiny step, but a huge one at the same time.