"Why? Don't you like sharing the bathroom with Critter." I replied.
Sheesh, all Critter wanted was to play.....granted Hubby was on the throne.....but still.
Welcome to my world, I told hubby.
Everyday and every time I use the bathroom, when Hubby isn't home, I leave the door open so I can hear what Critter is doing when I can't see him. AND every time, he comes in to the bathroom. He'll stand there, jabbering away, as if there's nothing wrong with having a conversation while someone has their pants around their ankles. Or he'll want to be picked up....um, kinda difficult to pee and hold a kid in your arms. Or he'll open the cabinet under the sink and take out the hairbrush and brush his hair. Or he'll look in the tub, point and talk to his tub toys. Or, he'll try to pick up my pants.
It never fails, I can't pee in peace.
The other day, I was doing my business, and yes Critter came charging in. He opened the under sink cabinet, took out the hairbrush and styled his hair. He then looked at me, well, between my legs and decided that my coif needed styling, and took the hairbrush to my nether region. Okay then! When your year and half old does that, not only do you think he's very perceptive but it's time to take out the weed wacker and trim the lawn.....oh and maybe I should start closing the door while I tinkle.
Sorry NO pics of the toilet, hairbrush or the rug.
But here is a pic of Critter getting his last haircut (his third) on Nov. 11, 2011. He cried the entire time.
Oh, I can't wait until you tell him that story when he's a teenager!
ReplyDeleteomg I laughed so hard. thanks!
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