When I was younger I can very clearly remember peaking under the door when my parents where trying to use the bathroom. I know now that they probably weren't really "using" the bathroom, but more or less escaping the craziness of having children. If you don't do this, I think you are missing out on just a couple of minutes of peacefulness. I also remember wiggling my fingers under the door thinking that certainly would get me in there with them. This evening after I had given Wyatt his bath I went to, legitimately, use the bathroom and heard a little bit of whining at the door. Nothing new. He always wants to accompany while I take care of business when Ryan's not home. This time though, I saw little stubby fingers sliding under the door and as soon as I opened I spotted a little boy laying on his belly, with his head held up, very happy to see me.He hopped right up and walked his happy self into the bathroom. I about melted right then and there and how absolutely precious he was and how it's finally beginning. I am about to start witnessing all the crazy, ridiculous things I use to do to my parents. This should get interesting.
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So funny yet so true!! I most of the time leave the door open, but on occasion sneak in and close the door, hoping no one will find me!! He He!!
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