I'm not sure if it's just the novelty of things, but Ginny seems to have to go to the bathroom everywhere these days. This morning, I was just buckling her in the car for church and she said she had to go. I asked her if she could wait till we got there and she said yes. By the time we were there she had forgotten already, but I asked her and took her anyway. I would sooner have that than in the middle of Sunday school. At least the bathroom was empty this time. It's always an adventure taking her. The last time I took her at church, we had to wait for a stall to open up and someone was using the urinal. "What's that boy doing?!" she asked in a rather loud voice. This 'boy' was probably 60 and I just wanted a hole to crawl into. Today the coast was clear though, so we just went in. About two drops came out. She said, "Sometimes there's a little, sometimes there's a lot." I guess so.
After church we went to Smitty's for lunch, and Ginny had to pee again. They have a family bathroom there, so at least there's some more privacy. She was all done and ready to wash her hands. It came to dry, and she started doing a pretty good 'wax on, wax off' impression in front of the paper towel dispenser. I realized she was trying to make the paper towel come out. The only problem was that is didn't have a motion sensor. Use the force Luke, you can get it. Okay, I pulled some out for her. Later.