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This is an actual conversation we had yesterday.
The scene opens with me in the bathroom, door closed.
A tiny knock at the door and then;
"Grandpa, what are you doing in there?"
"Going to the bathroom."
"No, what are you doing in the toilet?"
I finished up, washed my hands, and opened the door. Standing there like a guard in the Royal Toilet Police, she continued her questioning.
"Grandpa, what were you doing in the toilet?"
"Grandpa, you don't have to close the door if you are just peeing."
According to her mother, Riley has a lot of rules for the bathroom. Who knew?
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky