I towed my kids to my sister's volleyball game. While there, little Rosie filled her pants with chocolate squish and needed a change. I collected my gear and carried her to the bathroom. Instant annoyance. No changing table. Who doesn't have a changing table these days? A large number of places even have changing tables in the men's restrooms these days. But Noooooooo. Not here.
Before I had the chance to complain to the whole world my brain finally caught up to the real world . . .
I was in a middle school.
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