I thought he'd NEVER come out...he was in there so long. I watched men go in, some leave. I opened the door a crack and called my grandson. No answer. Frankly, (regretfully) I became frantic. Why? Fear for his safety. I went to a restaurant employee and asked for a man to go in and check on my little guy.
All was well. He had more to do than just urinate.
Was I behaving like an hysterical grandparent? Maybe. But this is an example of how passionate we will be to protect our little ones.
Why didn’t you just go in with him? My son is 10, and he doesn’t go alone. Sometimes I even have to take my daughter when mommy is wandering about the store.
Maybe I’m living in a glass house, but there seems to be an inordinant amount of paranoia in this thread.