Sometimes, strange though it may be, I enjoy a bit of privacy.
While at my parents' house (just my son and me), I decided to go to the bathroom ALONE. My son ran after me, assuming he, of course, was to be included in this activity, and was stunned to witness the door shutting in front of him.
Like the 18-month-old he is, he whined and cried. Then, as I sat there, I watched as a shiny red package appeared under the door. I could hear him grunting and whining. I saw little boy fingers wrapped around the package as he finally pushed the rest of it through the narrow gap between the door and the floor.
I laughed outloud as I saw he had delivered a package of Nutter Butters to him. Perhaps he thought it would be his entrance fee. He was sadly mistaken.
As he realized his misjudgment, he tried to retrieve his beloved cookies. But as the raccoon, he quickly learned that retrieval wasn't as easy. He gripped the red foil packaging with his little fingers and pulled and pulled. I just cracked up.
{Don't worry. As soon as I was finished, he got his treasure back!}
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