Children have no boundaries. They will see you stepping into the shower and will walk straight up, stick their face in your crotch and start a conversation about what’s in there. I’m pretty sure that’s why giving birth is so gory: so you can shed that last shred of dignity you had left in preparation for parenthood.
Above all else, children love the toilet. They love the confined space, they love the awkwardness, they love ruining your only hope for peace and quiet in the day. They have a variety of methods for the bathroom invasion:
When you’re busting but the baby refuses to be put down. When is a good time to let your adult children know that at some point in their childhood they sat on your lap while you pooed?