While out to dinner with my family, I excused myself to use the restroom. I entered the bathroom and immediately heard two ladies speaking to one another from separate stalls. There was an empty stall between them. I walked in feeling apprehensive. I felt like I was intruding on a private conversation. As I sat there and went along with my business, I couldn’t help but pry.
They were discussing dentists and which one they were currently seeing. The conversation reminded one of the ladies of an exchange with her young son…
Here is a fictional version of the story she shared:
Bethany picked up her son, Sawyer, from his preschool class on Friday afternoon. She wore black yoga pants and had her hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head. She carried Sawyer’s shark themed lunchbox on her wrist. Her cell phone and keys were clutched in her hand. She pressed the button to unlock the car. Sawyer ran up to the black SUV in his black Vans and GAP jeans. He stood up on the tips of his toes to pull open the door to the back seat. Bethany walked up behind him and opened the door. Sawyer climbed up into his seat. Bethany set his lunchbox down below his feet and strapped him in. “Guess what?” She asked.
“What?” Sawyer said.
“It’s your turn to pick a restaurant for dinner tonight.” Every Friday night their little family of three went out to dinner. They tried to pick a new restaurant each week.
“Really?” Sawyer asked.
“Really.” She said. Bethany shut his door and entered the driver’s seat. She put her keys and cell phone into the empty cup holder beside her, fastened her seat belt, and pushed a button to start the car.
“Anywhere you want to go.” She said and carefully backed up the SUV. She saw Sawyer in the rear view mirror looking past the window. His face scrunched as he thought of where to go. She put the car in drive.
His face and eyes stretched open, “The Seal Restaurant.” he said.
“What did you say?”
“Seal restaurant!” Sawyer shouted. “I want to go to the seal restaurant.”
“Seal restaurant?” Bethany asked. “What’s the seal restaurant?”
“The seal with the sunglasses. The blue one.” He explained.
Bethany searched her memory as she made a right turn out of the preschool’s parking lot. Where had he seen this seal? Does Red Lobster have a seal? Maybe that new sushi place has a picture of a seal. Or was it at the beach the last time we went?
“Where is the seal, Sawyer?” Bethany asked.
“On the window.”
Bethany shook her head. No, no, she thought, that doesn’t help.
“I mean, where is the seal restaurant? Do you know where it is? Is it at the beach?”
She drove down the street waiting for Sawyer to answer. His face scrunched up again. Bethany stared intensely at the road ahead of her searching for an answer there.
“There! Sawyer yelled.
“Where?” Bethany stopped at a red light. She looked back at him in the rear view mirror.
“There it is! The seal!” he sat up straight in his seat and pointed at the window.
Bethany looked to the shopping plaza at their left. She realized she drove past it constantly. There it was, smiling back at her, a big blue seal with sunglasses painted on a large boxed window. Her eyes traveled up to the sign above it. “That’s not a restaurant baby,” she laughed, “that’s a dentist’s office.”
“Oh.” Sawyer said. He thought for a moment. “Can I get a prize there?” he asked.
Bethany smiled, “Sure, I’ll make you an appointment.” she said.
So, that’s my version of the story I overheard in the bathroom stall.
I love how observant and innocent children are and how they give us lots of fun stories to share. They inspire me.
Thank you for reading.