by potty-training him that early.

But when I'm standing there holding my baby outside the door of the only bathroom in the church building that has a changing table, and I can clearly hear your encouragement, as well as your little Einstein's rebuttals, and am putting 2 and 2 together to figure out that he ain't gettin' it, and hasn't been since you slipped in right ahead of us during the middle speaker of the now-finished sacrament meeting, and I'm sincerely hoping that the wet spot I can feel on my arm is my own sweat from holding my baby, and not anything my baby has contributed to the situation, you need to get out of the YEWTING BATHROOM!

Reverse away if you must, but I'm really sick and tired of people being completely oblivious or unconcerned about other people. Yes, it's your "turn" in the restroom. But you know you're monopolizing a singular need meant to service a group of no fewer than a couple dozen persons who may find themselves in desperate need of that resource at a moment's notice. TWENTY-FIVE minutes isn't a turn. It's a delusion that the world revolves around you and your braniac toddler.