M was going to the bathroom after reading and before toothbrushing tonight. A and I were waiting around in the kitchen discussing the events of the day. Our conversation went on and on, and pretty soon we heard some thumping and rustling from the bathroom that didn't sound like going-to-the-bathroom noises.
"M, are you just about done in there?"
"OK, OK, I'll finish up."
"What are you doing in there anyway?"
"Oh, just walking around and doing stuff."
Walking around and doing stuff? In the 6 square feet open for walking around in our bathroom? Here's the evidence:
Yes, that is a mirror sandwiched between the seat and the lid. Turns out he was hoping someone would pee on it, not noticing it was there. I guess he's not that impressed with our powers of observation...
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