Daddy and Daughter: The Potty Dilemma
June 10, 2011, By Steve Kissing 29 comments
There’s nothing quite like a little daddy-and-daughter alone time. Thing is, when a dad and daughter are playing at the park, shopping at the mall or watching the latest animated flick on the big screen, it’s inevitable that she’ll need to go potty. And when she’s too old to wear a diaper but too young to confidently and without any doubt be sent off on her own, dads are faced with a choice: We either take our little girl into the men’s room where she might inadvertently be exposed to some, uh, interesting sights, or we send her into the women’s room alone. What’s a dad to do? Here are a couple of guidelines that I, a father of four daughters, have come to rely on.
When my girls are under five, I take them into the men’s room. It’s just too risky to go the other route. It’s not so much that I’m worried she’ll run into an evil person in the ladies’ room, but rather that she won’t be able to get her pants and underwear down, or get up on the seat. The result is often tears and wet⎯or worse⎯underwear, as well as some strangers looking at you for being such an idiot.
Now, when I do take one of my girls into the men’s room, I quickly maneuver her into a stall where she (and I) can enjoy privacy⎯and I don’t have to worry about her asking anatomy questions aloud. This has happened to me. Worse, on one occasion one of my daughters ran right to a urinal, placed her hand on the pee-splattered rimand announced, with a broad smile, “I want to sit on this!” (As something of an aside, I’ve also learned that it’s easier and faster to quickly wet and soap up some paper towels and wash her hands outside the men’s room, in part because you won’t feel so rushed to get the hell out of there.)



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