The flip side of potty training

One dinner at a family-style Italian restaurant with the in-laws and some family friends. Approximately three sips of water per child. Did you have any idea that this equals six trips to the potty during dinner? And that was just for Rachel. The kid can take a two-plus hour car trip without having to stop - she gets out of the swimming pool to tell me she has to go for goodness sakes - but she can't let me finish a piece of garlic bread without having a public potty adventure.

Don't get me wrong, it is all better than dealing with diapers. I am not complaining. Well, yes I am complaining but I'm allowed. I'm Mommy, dammit.