This story happened a long time ago. Back when I was in high school, my mom worked at an elementary school. I bring this up because that meant I "volunteered" for a lot of afterschool projects working with elementary kids.
In this story, I and some others were babysitting some small children while their parents took some kind of class. It was at school, so everyone's familiar with the layout. I'm not used to dealing with preschool to kindergarten age for extended periods, so I was amazed at the amount of potty breaks we had to have in an hour. Truly astounding. Oh, and I love how they don't always share that they need to go. They like for you to discover all on your own.
This I know now.
So I'm scanning the room, trying to control the chaos, or at least pretend to have it in hand. That's when I see him. This little boy is about two and a half feet tall and weighs maybe 35 pounds soaking wet with a backpack. He is tiny. And he is doing the tiniest version of the "gotta pee" stance I've ever witnessed.
I walk over and say, "Bub, do you have to go to the bathroom?" He nods yes. "Well go on" I tell him.
He takes two microscopic steps and looks up. "Can't walk mister."
Uh oh.
I'm new to this. I didn't know what else to do. The restrooms are about twenty feet down the hall.
I pick the kid up and run for the bathroom, much in the style of Adam West's Batman running while holding a bomb.
I'm running like never before. I close the distance. The kid has a strange look. I run faster.
We get to the door. I kick it open and prepare to leap through.
At this point, the little boy (whose name I never learned) looks up at me and says...
"Never mind"
Almost. Made. It.
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