Picture it: A crowded restaurant. A table full of friends. All other tables full of strangers. And a three-year-old with absolutely no inside voice. I was having dinner with friends I haven’t seen since my wedding (nearly five years ago, how did that happen?) There was music and memories. Hot chocolate with impressive whipped cream, and lots of coffee and more than a few laughs. There was also a locked accessible toilet. Some people would call that an inaccessible toilet. But…
