No one in our house has free access to the bathroom any longer. Not at all.
Why, you ask? Well, because the bathroom is now fiercely guarded by a pint-sized soldier. Along with the refrigerator, the bathroom too is now, officially, this soldier’s territory.
Anyone who visits the bathroom without Madame Bubboo hears loud screams, wailing, and door-banging as soon as they get in. If the person inside the bathroom is so insensitive as to not get out immediately – never mind the kind of urgency that they are in! – two or three tiny fingers try to find their way inside through a teeny gap below the door. If the insensitive person still hasn’t had the heart to get out, you can spot a little figure bending down on all fours and trying to peek inside the bathroom, squint-eyed, through the gap below the door.
It looks like we’d do better to get used to… errr… using the bathroom with an audience, if we soon find ourselves unable to endure this drama.