A decree

I have this sign in the upstairs bathroom. It is "The boys bathroom." And since my boys are 8, 12, and 37, we don't have too much of a problem with aim as much as we do with toothpaste on the counter.

But I decree here and forever more that boys and girls should ALWAYS have separate bathrooms.

Yesterday, Olivia and I ran errands. We shipped a bridal shower present to Katie, went to the bank, REI, the Scout office (did you know I was in Scouting. Ugh. I even have a shirt. I will have to post it some time.), we went to lunch, ballet, and finally to the school play to continue costume selection for the cast of Juliet, Where Art Thou.

Needless to say we were gone from 10-5 and used more than one public restroom. REI has the best one, by the way. And Olivia announces, "I know, Mom. I won't. touch. anything." Every time we enter a public restroom.

After sampling many of the greater Anchorage area's public restrooms, I have to say I much prefer the girls only kind. Separate but equal in all things but cleanliness, in which most of the time, girls' stay cleaner.

Case and point: last night, after dinner we had occasion to go to Wasilla, home of the Rogue, Sarah Palin, to meet a guy about a truck JaDee is buying. We met him at a gas station in town and well, I had to use the facilities.

It was one of those same gender bathrooms.

And the lid to the only john was up. UP! Like they were raised in a barn, or something (but then this was Wasilla. You can read more about them here).

Again, I decree all bathrooms should remain gender specific.

Because not everyone has perfect aim.