Sometimes at the Park Q2 has to go to the toilet. Most of the time C4 comes with us. But sometimes she absolutely positively refuse. Which is fine if I know somebody and can ask if they'll keep an eye on her. But for the second time, today, C4 refused.
So instead of dragging her into the ladies room by force (and, sometimes with Q2 we've got to get there fast), I agreed with her. She could stay in the park by herself.
Of course, Q2 wasn't speedy. She had a LOT of stuff to do. A lot of it. And then some more.
Finally, we made it back to the playground. And C4 was still there, right where I left her (although ... she had left her perch to throw out her plastic bag, because she doesn't litter).
Whew.
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