Did you really want to see my hoo haa?

I was at a restaurant recently with my kids (minus Hailey) after visiting Grandma Rosie. We ordered food and of course some specialty coffee and enjoyed a lovely lunch, just us girls. Upon Claire's request of "BAA BAA" (potty), I hurried to the restroom, throwing away and recycling what was left of our lunch as quickly as possible and dragging the girls to the restroom. I placed Claire on the potty first, then Anna, and then I thought I would go as it was a long drive back to Corvallis. As I sat down I did one of those martial arts moves blocking Claire's every grab at the sanitary napkin disposal, garbage can (as it was in reach of the toilet), and toilet paper dispenser. I felt like a toilet ninja keeping one block ahead of my 20 month old. As I began to relieve myself I realized there was one area I could not block from my ever curious toddler and that was the door. It had a lever handle that could be released with one ill placed hand of a mischievous toddler. As I watched in horror, she popped the lock and opened the door onto a dining full of curious onlookers. As I didn't want to stand up and flash my hoo haa to many surprised observers, I reached out with every ounce of will I could muster and snagged Claire's coat and screaming in the high pitched tones only children can hear and no one else can decipher I shrieked, "Anna shut the door, shut the door". I'm sure only the dead, zombies, and frightened children could understand the words at the pitch that was being reached by their mother. My older daughter obliged and I continued with my business until I had finished and wondered how I was going to face the 12 tables of people that just got a glimpse into my most private of affairs. After washing all of the involved hands, I exited the bathroom staring at the floor. Weaving through tables hurriedly toward the door hearing patrons say things like "aren't kids great", and chuckling, I couldn't imagine a place I would rather not be.