This is why all restaurants should have baby changing stations in their restrooms.

I was having a fine tuna sandwich at a nice lunchroom with my toddler, who was hogging the straw to my raspberry iced tea, when she announced poop.

She does that like this: she walks up to me, looks me square in the eye and says: “Poop.” Then she turns around to make me check the severity of her statement. She wasn’t kidding.

So off we went to the ladies’ room, which was reasonably clean -– which is good, because I hate dirty restrooms. Only there was no changing table or any other small table or even a large window sill…