When I was kindergarten, it seemed like our teacher, Mrs. Summerfield, would only allow one child to go to the bathroom at a time. But on one particular day, I remember sharing the bathroom pass with a little girl from my class named Rose Alba. We went to the bathroom, did our business, then started washing our hands. Rose Alba decided to fill up the sink after washing our hands. I thought that was pretty funny. Then she got wads of toilet paper, soaked them in the sink water, then threw them up at the ceiling, where they stuck like glue. I thought that was hysterical. So I tried it myself. We kept at it for quiet some time, and managed to get a considerable number of paper wads stuck to the ceiling. At some point, I guess we got tired of it, and went back to the classroom. Amazingly, we never got caught for our bathroom mischief. I don't recall the name of our school janitor, but let me just throw out a cyber apology right now for the mess we made in the Roy de Shane Elementary School girls' room back in 1972.
Now, my oldest is just about to turn six. And she's already told me about some bathroom hijinks the kids have gotten up to at her school. I'm glad that she's fairly responsible and cautious, and has so far managed to keep out of the principal's office. But it got me to wondering about my habit of escorting her to the bathroom, as I did at the public library today.
Obviously, she can manage the whole bathroom thing on her own, and does so regularly at home and at school. So is it really necessary any more to go to the bathroom with her? Is there an age when you felt your kids were mature enough to go to a public restroom on their own?