Recently, whilst staying in a hotel, I brought my four year old to use the facilities in a public ladies restroom which was located off the main restaurant.
Not unusually, the toilet had one of those permanent fixtures attached to the rim, which dispersed disinfectant through the toilet after each flush.
Upon entering the cubicle, my 4 year old peers inside the toilet, shakes her head and turns to exit through the door. “What’s wrong, Kate?” I ask her.
“Mommy” she says – with an expression filled with disgust “we can’t ‘go’ in there! It’s full to the brim of strange blue wee!…”