Earlier today, I went to the ladies room here at work, and a woman was in a stall with her child speaking in Spanish. I originally thought she was speaking to the child, but it became clear that she was on a cell phone. I sat. I peed. I got ready to wipe, when low and behold a small head popped under the door of my stall, followed by a small body, completely ignoring my cries of "No, don't come in here." I had to open the door and shoo him out, which wasn't easy because our stalls are small and I am most certainly not. Since I was in a wiping position (use your imagination) when he crawled in, I'm sure he got a glimpse of more than he bargained for. I hope he doesn't have nightmares.
Also, I couldn't help but notice, as I gave the tyke a meaningful shove out the door and continued about my business, that the mother's conversation had stopped and that she was quiet. Dead quiet. Nary a peep. Not even so much as a "get back over here" to her wayward child. The silence continued as I washed my hands and left.