“I’m sorry if the children are confused,” Carrie said. “I’m confused myself, sometimes, not about how I feel, but how to act. Out of concern for everyone else…trying to do what I thought would put most people at ease, I made the choice to use the men’s room when here. Maybe that was wrong. It felt wrong. It probably was for everyone. I made a mistake.”
“We all do,” an older woman in the crowd said. “We’re all human.”
“Yes.” Another mother, one I knew by sight if not by name, seconded the thought. “None of us are perfect.” The way she looked at Kyler’s mother could only be described as a glare.
“As for the particular incident we’re here about,” Carrie continued, “I was helping another child wash up after an apple juice eruption, when Kyler came in to use the bathroom. You saw us all as we came out, two of us, first, and then Kyler.”