Toilet Trauma

For those of you who are long time followers of mine, you are well aware of the constipation and battles over poop that I face with my kids on a daily basis. We buy Miralax like it is going out of style. We have pediatric suppositories, enemas and a box of rubber gloves ready at a moments notice. Carson and his battles with constipation has improved quite remarkably, my little Adeline still battles the rocky pebble poop.

Last night we happened to be out at a local open air mall enjoying a nice family dinner out. I could tell she had to use the restroom, but declined the multiple times I had asked her. After dinner we decided to walk around as our weather was so wonderful. When we got to the furthest point away from a restroom, Adeline states that she has to poop.

We start in a full blown speed walk to hopefully make it on time. The clothes come off, she sits on the toilet, puts her finger on her belly button (why? I don't know, but she always does), grunts, and.............

the automatic toilet flushes. Tears immediately start streaming down her face as she hops off the toilet trying to cover her ears. Well, thanks automatic toilet flusher, you ruined a good thing. If you only knew what we go through on a daily basis to accomplish the task of pooping, then to actually do it in a public restroom. Why oh why did you choose to go off at that precise moment?