Question of the day:
What sort of arse allows their 2 1/2 year old to lock local themselves in a festy public toilet at a train station?
Answer:
The kind of arse that is admitting to her maternal failings in this post.
Thank the festive fairies for the very kind (and slim) lady who, upon seeing my bulging belly and clearly understanding a thing or two about physics, shimmied under the privvy door and rescued my dippy Devilboy from an eterntity locked in toilet hell.
