Bathroom or Bakery?

I can tell from his stride whether he's had a good day or bad. Hii Mom! he projects stills 1000 feet away strutting his stuff. I don't call back but do smile when he reaches the car door. Can we go to Isabelle O'Briens. I have to use the restroom. I burst out laughing, Are you kidding me? I can think of 30 restrooms and 3 bakeries that were closer than Isabelle Briens. You mean you want one of those almond croissants? Why, yes I do, he said smirking with me. He is nothing if not a connoisseur of musicals, soundtracks, and cinnamon rolls. A foodie after my own heart. Hers are the best, made of a legit French pate a choux rather than the heavy American pastry we settle for on Sundays from Panera. Don't even get me started on the almond croissants. What could I say? Sure, let's go and I'll get some almond cakes for Dad. (Best gluten free pastry one could concoct.) When do our kids learn that we will almost always say yes to a potty request? Toddlerhood? Grade school? This is a new skill for Reid; call it theory of mind, manipulation, humor, or creative communication. Anyway you slice it, I'll take it.