We didnt have too wait long for our bus to EPCOT. And it was a good thing. Seems all that shoe distraction kept me from following one of the fundamental rules of room departure
hitting the bathroom.
Im the only coffee drinker in the house. (Well, #3 will chug it if a mug is left unattended, but Ive learned my lesson with that one. Just how wound can a half a cup of coffee make a three year old? You have no idea.) The four pot coffee maker in the room provided just enough coffee for me to get my infusion of caffeine for the day, so while the boys were all following the room departure rules, I was finishing off the last drips of java in the mug. Then all the shoe/dork comments started, and I failed to follow my own regulations.
Needless to say, by the time we got to EPCOT, I needed to make a stop.
So did #3.
We ran into the nearest facility, the stop on the left just beyond SE. Bladders emptied we were busy washing up. Number three LOVES how most of the bathrooms in Disney have sinks that are just his size. Its like finding the good prize in the bottom of the cereal box. Sometimes you get it. Most of the time you dont. But when you do, its the cool glow in the dark skull or the pull back race car.

s good stuff. Not the Smurfs pen that arrives already out of ink.

Apparently, the low down sink is much the same way.
So there we were washing away, one big person at a big sink. One little person at a little sink.
Number three is, how shall I put this, aggressive with his soap usage.
All of my children are.
They seem to think the more soap they apply, the less likely the survival of the germ.
So as #3 was approaching his fourth squirt of soap, he had overflow issues. I caught what I could and he finished washing his hands. We grabbed towels, dried our hands and then I used the paper towel to sop up the soap from the counter.
Number three was busy trying to shoot his paper towel into the garbage can.
Then the woman who cleans the bathroom approached us. #3 was on his fourth or fifth shot and I thought, perhaps, she was tiring of watching #3 bend down and carefully get his debris without touching the floor. I thought maybe she was going to use her two-pronged garbage picker to toss it for him. But she didnt. She reached into her pocket and as she pulled out a little piece of white paper, she thanked me for cleaning up after #3. I looked down and she had given me a Tinkerbell pin. The YOAMD Tink pin you give someone for doing a good thing. I was stunned. All I did was clean up my mess. Then she gave one to #3, who had finally made his three point shot and was now wondering what was going on.
I told her it was okay, that she could give it to someone who deserved it, but she explained that once it was awarded, there was no taking it back. She seemed to think we deserved it.
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Number three refused to wear his pin on his lanyard or on his person.
I offered mine to #1 and #2 to put on their lanyards.
They refused, too, but only after they asked if they could use it for trading fodder.
Up next...Just how creepy is the Monkey King?