Since we have strayed on to the subject of children and toilet matters, it reminds me of an incident when my oldest was three. I had just gone to the public toilets at the shopping center, leaving my daughter (who didn't need to go) with dad. My daughter then changed her mind and wanted to go, so my husband told her to run and catch up with mum. She didn't find me and when I came out I was horrified that my husband had managed to lose her. He went into the gents in case she had gone in there by mistake. There she was, apparently she had used the cubicle, washed her hands and then tapped a man on the back to asked him to please flush for her because she couldn't reach!
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