Took my 3 kids on a road trip and we stopped at a gas station bathroom. The smell. The mystery puddles. A toilet paper dispenser that had clearly seen better days. I stood there thinking 'every dad has been here.' It's like an initiation ritual. The fluorescent lights, the fear that the door won't lock properly. Dads truly are built different.
Man, that gas station bathroom smell is real. I haven't done the full road trip with my kid yet but I'm already dreading it. How did you survive with three?
The mystery puddles are a rite of passage apparently. That toilet paper dispenser hanging on by a thread sounds about right for a gas station bathroom.
The mystery puddles are the worst. You don't want to know what they are and you definitely don't want your kid asking questions about it. Hand sanitizer is your best friend on road trips.
Only dads know the pain. My kids think those bathrooms are the coolest thing on earth and want to explore every corner. I'm just trying to keep them from licking the door handle.
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Gas station bathrooms with three kids is basically a horror film. The combination of mystery puddles, weird smells, and little kids who want to touch everything is a nightmare. Pro tip: bring wet wipes and pray.