Ahem...

Ok... We went to our favorite b-b-q restaurant today. Spur of the moment. We usually go during the week, which is obviously the time to go. They said they were understaffed, everyone had called in... only 2 servers working... only smoking section open...shall I go on? We ate, and then Campbell needed to go to the restroom... I normally go with her, but it was right behind us and I have been many times... very small, etc. So I sent her in alone. She was in for a few minutes, and Chris said he was going to get the car and start the air conditioner (90 to 100 degrees, a normal, July day for the South). I said to wait, so I could go check on Campbell first (and he could watch the other kids). So, I scoot around the divider and into the bathroom. My first thought was "oh... they have renovated in here... and put in a urinal...oh...I think I entered the wrong door..." Thankfully, although the toilet was just flushed and still filling, there were no men around. I left and entered the girls... helped Campbell wash her hands and we came out together. Chris is staring at the door and looks at me and points to the men's door... I nod yes. Later I asked him if he saw me go into the men's restroom. He said no, but Christian did and when I came out he started laughing so hard. Oh well!