I am not a fan of public bathrooms for obvious reasons. My children never have to go when we are home, but the minute they see a restroom sign it becomes urgent. I do have them trained to walk in like surgeons with their hands up in the air. They know not to touch anything. If they forget I squeal like Sharon Osbourne, “Don’t touch it!” Well, today I was the one who couldn’t hold it. I had just finished a large coffee from Starbucks. After three kids you run the risk of wetting your pants with a sneeze. There was no way I could hold it until I got…