Not Chick-fil-A's favorite customers

Today we went to the zoo. Oh, what a great time we had! Afterward, we went to Chick-fil-A. Allyssa loves the play areas on Chick-fil-A. She ate really well. She said she needed to go potty. She pooped in the potty! (That's a BIG deal because she doesn't like to poop anywhere but home and has only pooped away from home on spending the night trips.) She was so proud of herself. She asked to go play. Sure! Soon, however, she came to the door to be let out (we could see her, but were not in there), then went back to grab her shoes. She pushed to door partway open before I got to her, and promptly peed on the floor. I picked her up and carried her to our table, grabbed tons of napkins, sopped up the mess, told a Chick-fil-A employee, took Allyssa to the car because that is where her change of pants were, changed her clothes, and brought her back in. She was "done," but ate a few apple chunks and drank some more milk. She just wanted to get a balloon and go home. Poor Chick-fil-A with pee germs on the floor. I truly am sorry.