Bathroom Hijinx
“Why is everyone in the bathroom?” she asked, obviously frustrated.
From the bedroom I could hear the boys playing in our small bathroom while she was getting ready. Despite my mandate to support my spouse in all matters, I made a mad dash for the bathroom, yelling “I’m not in the bathroom! I’m not in the bathroom!”
SLAM! Our older boy heard me coming and slammed the door in my face!
My point made, I went on to other things. But a few moments later I could hear him telling Mom to watch the door so he could go look for me. Not being one to pass up a chance to be devious, I crept toward the bathroom door and waited to spring on him.
I grabbed him when he came out the door and pulled him into the living room. Leaving him there I ran for the bathroom, getting inside and closing the door just before he could get there.
“Ha!” I rejoiced. “How do you like that? Not so fun being locked out, is it?”, I said. I totally dissed him.
I laughed and opened the door to let him in. My wife rolled her eyes, and muttered about only getting credit for two kids when she really has three.
She should get a tax deduction for me.