Colleen often speaks about Avery’s public restroom tour of America – a tour that, at times, can drive Colleen crazy. At least two times a meal, while we are out to eat, Avery has the urge to go to the ” potty”. No big deal, but as most parents can atest, getting up mid-meal can wear on your nerves. Especially when most trips are simply not “fruitful”.

Then there are the times where the trip becomes immediately worth it because of something that the little mind thinks up and the mouth spouts out.

This time it was for all to hear at our local Red Robin restaurant, and although I am surprised that I am repeating it here, I won’t leave you hanging.

Colleen and Avery returned to the table after one such trip last night with a smile on their faces. Asking “what’s up” I was informed that Avery became the life of the restroom when she shared her thoughts that her poo looked like a hot dog.

Shame on me for asking whether Avery’s comment was true or not. Which Colleen then informed me that it was not – it was more like the shape of a cocktail weenie.