Mommy took me to her Mom's Group where they did the normal things a Mom Group does but I'm not legally able to talk about on a public forum. At some point of the proceedings that took place in an area of commerce, Mommy needed to go to the bathroom. Being that I was attached to her via the Baby Bjorn, I had to go with her.
It was interesting.
We entered a stall and closed the door. Mommy squatted. I squatted too, I guess. I mean, I was facing the front door and wasn't really sure about what was happening. All I knew was that my legs were being bent on Mommy's thighs. So I did what any red-blooded child would do.
Cry.
Loud.
Soon, Mommy finished her business, stood up, got herself together and we walked out of the stall - and into a crowd of onlookers, wondering what the heck was going on in there.
Mommy laughed it off.
Me? I'm just an innocent bystander.
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