In honor of Patrick Henry, I recount a story from a few days ago.
I was in the bathroom, minding my own goddam business, when Frannie busted in, banging the closed door wide open without knocking.
Frannie: “Hi, Momma! What are you doing?”
Me: *sigh*
Frannie, wrinkling her nose: “I don’t want to SMELL YOUR POOP, Mom!”
Me: “Then GET OUT! Sheesh.”
oh this made me laugh – not so much for the humor, but because I can so relate!
This story is a microcosm of the weblogging experience!
Good grief. You’re living with the most concentrated form of curiosity in the universe, known as a “child,” and you haven’t yet learned the value of locking the door?
:)
David Stein
classic! cannot wait to see how it goes when she discovers the joy of having a walkie-talkie in her hand in such a situation… and likely the mate to the walkie-talkie will be discreetly placed in your living room while you have company over.
David:
Alas, we have no locks…yet.
right.
curious child and locking bathroom door = child locked IN bathroom.
VG: excellent point. I am a big fan of those VEEEERY high locks, that can only be reached by tip-toes.
However, we have one of those doorknob covers that is thwarting her well now. Otherwise she’d be out in the street naked before I could blink.
Why is bowel evacuation so damned interesting to small people? My girlie can ignore me all day until I go into the bathroom or get on the phone. Sheesh indeed.
this is why i will leave the breeding to others. i’ll just work on perfecting the methodology.
Sure Give Me Privacy…Or Give Me Death will get a bunch of involvement just for the fact it\’s interesting learning.
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