Yesterday, my youngest busted in on me as I was using the restroom.
"Karis, can you please give me a little space?" I sighed exasperatedly.
"Okay," she said and turned to leave the room shutting the door behind her.
"Well that was easier than I expected," I thought.
Not two seconds later she returned holding out her chubby little hand as if she were handing me an imaginary item.
"Here go," she said.
"What are you giving me," I asked.
"Here go. It space," she declared, handed me the imaginary "space" I had asked for and then left the room.
I laughed. But I still can't wait until I can use the bathroom alone again.