We love to go to the diner in Tilton, New Hampshire for a treat. It's very 1950's - great milk shakes, made from scratch mac and cheese, and hula hoops while you wait for a table.
On our last visit Miss Molly announced she needed to go potty and she knew where it was and didn't need my help, thank you very much!
I followed along a few paces behind just to make sure.
She confidently strode right into the men's room.
Luckily it was empty and I snatched her back out rather quickly.
"Molly that's the men's room!" I said.
"Oh!" she replied with an embarrassed giggle. "I thought the M was for Molly."