As we were walking through a supermarket car park, Rocket declared he needed to go to the toilet. The next thing I knew, he was pulling down his pants and taking aim at a vacant car spot.
'What are you doing?!' I screeched.
'It's the disabled toilet,' he explained, pointing down to the wheelchair symbol painted on the ground below.
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