There I was in the bathroom again. My pants were around my ankles and I was enjoying a moment of peace and quiet.
The life of a parent is far from glamorous and even mundane matters like a trip to the bathroom can be less than private and/or awkward. Carrie and Genevieve were both at the house, so I thought I was safe.
Shane, in his usual manner, charged the door and started knocking. My boy cannot stand a closed door. I sat confident my business would be uninterrupted.
Then the door opened.
Shane smiled and stepped through.
Was Carrie pulling a mean trick on me? I didn't hear any laughter!
Shane turned around and shut himself in with me. "Closed!" Shane said.
I tried to open the door to usher Shane out from my perch. Instead, Brogan charged in and Shane shut the door again. "Closed!" Shane said.
Now, I had a dog licking my knees and my son running around all closed in with me while I did my number 2. Carrie came from the kitchen to help, but then she started laughing and left me on my own.
I don't know if I should be proud or scared.
My son can open doors!
(Sometimes).
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