When I was 12 or so, my grandfather took my family to Windows on the World in a limo to celebrate my grandmother's 60th birthday. This was a big to-do and we got all dressed up to go into this fancy restaurant in the city. I knew it was fancy because the menus had no prices and the bathrooms had attendants.
Fast forward 20 years and while we don't have menus in my house (well, take-out menus) I do have my own personal bathroom attendant! Let me explain. And sorry in advance if this is too much information.
As discussed in the past, LP is sort of in the process of potty training herself. As such, I try to encourage her to feel comfortable in the bathroom. I am also trying to show by example how I use the bathroom when I need to by announcing, "Mommy has to pee" as I walk to the restroom.
Yesterday the little stinker pushed me out of the way, running ahead of me to the fabulous pink tiled bathroom on the main floor of the house. She ran in, lifted the lid on the toilet seat to prepare it and took a handful of "tissue! tissue!" while she waited for me to settle in. She then attempted to stuff the "tissue" around me into the toilet when she anticipated I was done. As I stood up, she flushed the toilet and gently lowered the lid announcing "All done!". She then carried her potty, which doubles as a step stool, over to the sink for us to step up on to wash our hands.
I don't remember getting this level of service at Windows on the World. But I imagine I would have been creeped out if I had. However, when it is LP doing the attending it is just too adorable. Not that I want her to grow up to be a bathroom attendant...