I can’t and obviously Clarissa can’t.

She followed me to do some banking on Wednesday and while at the cashier counter she told me that she needs to poo. The moment I am done, we quickly dash out of the bank to find a toilet.

We went the car accessories shop because all of them were sitting down doing nothing so we are not interrupting their work in anyway. Unfortunately, someone painted their toilet with the colour of shit! It was brown on the wall, the floor and the toilet bowl. It looks like it has never been scrub before but it is clean. No shit laying around and no urine smell.

Clarissa went to squad at the toilet bowl, looking around as she tried to let go but only urine came out. She stood up and told me, “Mommy, cannot come out. Only shee-shee. Why the toilet is so dirty one?” In my heart, “Clarissa, you should say the last sentence louder!” :lol:

We thank them and left to hubby’s shop. The moment we step in, Clarissa has the urge to poo again and she did her business so smoothly.

And you know what, hubby just blog yesterday that his customers like using his toilet even tough they are not using the computers. If they were to eat at nearer restaurant, they will come to hubby’s shop to do their business.


Stumble it!