What do you do when you're in a parking space far away from the entrance to the store, you have just latched the final car-seat seat belt (of four) and are just shutting the door to go put the cart away when you look back to see a pained look on your little boy's face, his legs crossed in desperation whispering, "Mom, I really gotta go." ? In my own desperate desire to avoid a wet van and/or clothes I told him to hop out and aim for the shrubbery. I immediately regretted my decision (it's a parking lot!) but not immediately enough to change it; he was already obeying. Then to my mortification I noticed an older lady getting into her car a few spots down and I'm sure she noticed the little white bum hanging out. I felt my face get all warm and red and I quickly reached for my purse to look for something in it, all the while curious to know if she had actually witnessed my failure as a mother. I should have visited the bathroom before we left the store or surely I could have unleashed four children under the age of 6 from car-seats and sprinted to the store bathroom and made it in time, couldn't I?
I'm not against little boys peeing outside if it's absolutely necessary, and sometimes with little boys it is, but a parking lot? Oh my, that feeling of mortification will undoubtedly jolt my "take the kids to the bathroom before you leave the store" memory for a long time to come.