Could Have Been Worse

We went to Noodles for lunch, Christian's choice, and about halfway through, he had to go to the bathroom. He goes in and a couple minutes later, he opens the door and shouts (in front of a half-full restaurant), "Mommy, I need you to open my wiener!" The doctor had told us to put this cream on (he calls it whipped cream cause it's white I guess) and to keep the skin separated, so that it didn't grow back together as it healed. The lady standing next to the bathroom looks at me in disgust as I try to explain that he's just had surgery, but how I do I explain the surgery to someone who has no background? She looks at me like she thinks I'm full of shit and then turns to her husband, whose now also looking at my disgustedly. So we get home later last night, and he's in our bathroom, when he yells, "Mommy, come put the whipped cream on my wiener!"

The Noodles encounter could have been so much worse.