Hello digger: 2008

We met friends in Amsterdam on Saturday - at the Melkhuis - the cafe in the middle of Vondelpark. Its one of those places where they are quite keen on charging for use of the toilet. So I took Isaac in for an emergency wee, forgetting that I had nothing but British pounds in my pocket. So I said, 'sorry I have no money at all, is it ok to take him in [pointing at Isaac, 3.5yrs old, holding his pants]. 'Het is 30 cent gewoon', says the toilet battleaxe lady.

In the end, after some exchange of words, she grudgingly lets me in on the condition that its only Isaac that uses the facilities and not me. When we get in the cubicle Isaac finishes, and I of course need to go as well. What on earth do I care what toilet battleaxe lady says, hahaha, it will be the most enjoyable illegal wee ever... Isaac waits while I go, well, more like watches in awe - 'You're soo big Daddy, look at your biiiig wee wee... blah blah blah.' I suddenly started to panic slightly that he would continue this monologue as we left the cubicle - perhaps she could already hear?! I quickly changed the subject to what Isaac would like for lunch - I almost asked him not to talk about my wee when we left the cubicle - but that would definitely not have been smart...