Oftentimes, when Greg isn’t around, I will leave the bathroom door open so I can keep an ear open for Adrianna in the next room. (Other times when Greg IS around to watch Adrianna, I relish the moment when I can close and lock the door for a few minutes to myself.)
This evening, as I was in our downstairs bathroom, Adrianna walked in and squeezed herself in the narrow space between the wall and the toilet on which I sat. Her face only a couple inches from mine, she asked me, “Mommy, do you want some privacy?”
I’m so glad you’re writing all these things down. That is hilarious!
Classic!