Call me a hysterical over protective mother, but I still insist that my seven-year old son use the “women’s” public bathroom with his mother. I will do anything to avoid him entering the men’s bathroom alone. Pretty much, there isn’t a single bathroom break where Meir has to use the public Women’s bathroom, which doesn’t result into a slight power struggle. Even if no one is in the women’s bathroom, he still insists it is embarrassing and ridiculous that he can’t walk into the men’s-room by himself. Today is Meir’s 8th birthday. Today, he had this argument for me:
Meir: Mom I’m not going in there.
Me: Meir, we’re not going through this again.
Meir: But there’s no urinal! I need a urinal.
Me: You can pee just fine in a regular toilet, you do it all the time at home. Look there’s no one in the bathroom- it’s just you and me.
We entered the bathroom. He took one stall. I took the other. And then I hear….
Meir: Mommy, I’M A MAN! I just don’t think you get this.
I do get it, but he’s still not going in the men’s-room.