Until we blow the bathroom door down. Yep, tried to go to the bathroom in peace yesterday but all I heard was banging and gibberish babbling coming from the other side of the door, while little hands frantically tried to work the toddler-proof door lock. My 3 little piggies wanted inside the bathroom and were not taking NO for an answer. What is mommy doing in there and why weren't we invited to the party?
I felt like Britney Spears trying to escape the papparazzi after walking into the local Chevron outhouse with no shoes on.
I remind myself that in just a few short years, I will be the one banging on the bathroom door, wondering what in the heck THEY are doing in there. Ahhh, the circle of life. I just hope they don't have to change MY diapers one day.
