Pushing homeward on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, a rest stop was in order. Yes, this is a restroom story. But when you live on the road, you meet many restrooms, the style and cleanliness thereof being at all points on the scale.
This one was large, and relatively empty. Turning the corner into an unused aisle of stalls, I met this:
An extra large stall. I opened the door out of curiosity. And saw this:
A regular size and height porcelain throne for Mommy. And a small one, about a foot off the floor, for And Me. And an infant/toddler seat that pulled down from the wall, in which to park and restrain the smallest of the little ones. This seat kept them off the germ laden floor, and also raised above potential splashes from the thrones.
How cute! And conveniently practical. Where were these when my arms were full? Tending needs with a baby in arms and toddler by the hand back in the day was a difficult challenge.
I went my way with a wince of remembrance and a smile for this new development.
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