My Campaign For Family Restrooms

FFFR (Fathers For Family Restrooms)
I am the founder and president.
Having two young daughters, I am alot more observant now than when I was swinging single.
Being a racefan, I thought I would take my 4 year old daughter, Lizzie; to our local race track, Berlin Raceway http://www.berlinraceway.com/home.shtml. They were having an on-track autograph session for the late models and her favrorite driver, Tom Thomas http://www.thomasmotorsports.com/ was racing.
So while mowing the lawn in the afternoon, as my mind wandered about the races, I had the brilliant idea to take Lizzie to the races.
So I run the idea by mom and Lizzie and we got two thumbs up.
Pack the cooler, cokes and juice boxes.
Jackets and blankets, and were off.
Now, I know going in there in NO family restrooms, so I'm going to "wing it".
And it happens.
"Daddy, I have to go potty"
And were off.
In the mens room we go.
Past the urinals and right to a stall.
No one else is there, except for an employee with his 2-way radio yapping in the background.
It's clean, no problem.
She does her duty.
As she is sitting there, I'm thinking, I might as go too as I'm right here.
I'm the king of "kill two birds with one stone" kind of guy.
So I have her stand behind me, while I go potty.
"Daddy why aren't you sitting down"
I ignore her. I don't know what to say.
"Daddy why are you standing"
Still thinking.....
I finally say, "Sometimes, Daddy don't need to sit down"
All the while she is asking the questions, she is trying to to look around me at what I'm doing.
We have not had the "talk" with her yet, she's 4.
No birds and bees.
Yes, she knows her opposites.
Just not opposites of boys and girls.
So, here I am, going potty running blocker so she can't see.
I eventually fail.
"Daddy, what's that on your butt?"
Now, I'm trying to think really fast.
And I here others in the bathroom as well and I really don't want have this talk HERE and NOW.
I admit I'm scared.
I fail to answer in a timely manner.
She's getting persistant.
"Daddy, what's that on your butt?"
So, my answer........
"It's a pimple", I say softly
"A pimple on your butt?", she exclaims.
Now, I'm in damage control.
Thankfully, I stalled long enough that everyone had cleared out.
Showed her the "cool" sinks, washed our hands and headed back out.
I must have skipped that chapter in the parenting manual.
Family Restrooms are cool.
Family Restrooms would be great, was entered into the comment box at Berlin.