Too much information (bodily function-wise)!

Many moons ago my little brother and my Mum were on a ferry to the Isle of Wight. Brother needed a wee. Mum found the gents and ushered him in whilst waiting outside. Time passed ...... out he came "Mum there aren't any toilets, just sinks." Mum said "Those are for weeing in - you use them." In he went ..... time passed and out he came "Mum, they are too high." A sailor was nearby and, laughing, said "Would you like me to take him in?" Mum gratefully accepted his offer.

Just as an aside - I wonder whether she would have done so these days?

When my mum called round, many years ago, my daughter informed her that, “Mummy’s in the bedroom with a man.”
Thank heaven the bedroom fitter’s van was outside!

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You’ve got to love them!
Around Christmas time, Gdcs were taken ice skating - dh and I went to mind bags and hold the baby etc.

At some point (inevitably) Gds (5) needed a wee, so I largely carried him, with skates on, a fair way to the loos. (NB Hampton Court, you need loos closer to the rink!)

He wanted to go in the big boys’/men’s, so soon there came a cry at the top of voice, ‘Granny, I can’t get my willy out!’ ?
(Because he couldn’t get his hefty protective gloves off first.)