There was a bathroom close by. I saw the sign for the men’s room and the ladies’ room, but there was no family bathroom sign. I flagged down an attendant that was walking by and asked her about it. “Sorry,” she said, “they haven’t gotten around to modernizing all the bathrooms yet. The only family restrooms are at the entrance and on the other side of the park. You can just take him into the ladies room with you. Nobody will mind.” I thanked her as she walked away

I wasn’t sure about this and I looked at Kevin who was starting to look a little desperate. “It’ll be okay,” I said.

I rolled him into the bathroom. It was very big and brightly lit, but empty. I noticed that they had a large handicap stall all the way in the back. That’s something anyway, I thought. “Let’s go in there.” I said and I wheeled Kevin through the ladies’ room.

“When was the last time you were in one of these?” I said.

“I can’t remember. It was a long time ago.” he whispered back.

We got to the stall and I picked Kevin out of the wheelchair and parked it outside the stall. I carried him in and set him on the toilet. “Number one or number two?” I asked.

“Both” came the reply.

Okay. I helped Kevin take off his shorts and then opened up his diaper. I picked him up and grabbed the diaper before it fell to the ground. Then I set him on the toilet to take care of his business.

“Any chance for a little privacy?” he asked.

“’fraid not” I replied.

He gave a little “humpf” sound and, well I won’t gross you out with the details.

He flushed and I said, “Okay, lets get you dressed.” I didn’t want to change him on the floor for obvious reasons. I had been taught how to diaper a person who was seated, but was having trouble remembering how to do it and was messing the whole thing up and only got the Pamper loosely on him. After struggle to do it, I said “Sorry about this” and picked him up and brought him out to the changing station.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I don’t have a better way of doing this.” I said.

I put him on the changing station and fixed his diaper. A middle aged woman stepped out of a stall and began washing her hands at a nearby sink and said to me, “Potty training can be such a challenge, can’t it?”

“Yeah, totally.” I said back. I looked at Kevin who was blushing furiously.

“He’s a bit old for it, isn’t he?”

“Special circumstances,” I said back.

“Oh. I see.” then to Kevin, “you’ll be wearing big boy undies in no time,” and to me, “He’s adorable.”

After she left, I got Kevin all dressed up and back into his wheelchair. I knelt down in front of him and said, “I’m so sorry. I was sure it was empty.”

He looked at me and smiled. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

I was a little confused. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I was a little embarrassed at first, but I realized at the rest station, nobody knows me and I can pretend to be any age I want. This is actually kind of fun”