We walked out of the library today and were wandering down the main street. Cars were bustling along, people were doing errands, dogs were being walked and we were going to the supermarket to get supplies to make playdough, namely Cream of Tartar, whatever that mystery ingredient actually is, and an interesting colour- perhaps aquamarine. We had a plan, Squirm was in the pram and Wrigglebot was walking, clutching his newest acquisition, a dinosaur book, of course, from the library.

We were about halfway to the supermarket when I heard those words I was dreading, ‘Mummy, wees.’ I looked around. I looked around again, my eagle eyes could see no toilet and I knew I only had a small window before chaos and tears, as well as wet pants would appear. I quickly weighed up my options, the public toilet was too far away, there were no side alleys or deserted doorways, my car was too far away to offer any kind of shelter. About fifteen metres away I spotted my salvation, a nice green leafy tree right beside the road. It was class all the way as I rushed over, abandoned Squirm in the pram next to two old guys gossiping on a bench seat and ran with/carried Wrigglebot to the tree were pants where quickly pulled down and he did wees on this magnificent tree. Cars were driving past, people were crossing the pedestrian crossing literally metres from us but it didn’t matter because for today anyway we had averted the shame of wet pants and that was all that mattered.

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