Bathroom Procession

A mom of young children cannot get a moment's peace. Not even in the bathroom, apparently. Awhile back I snuck in to the bathroom thinking that I could at least "use the facilities" without an audience. Wrong. The moment Max and Mason realized I was missing, they tracked me down. They stood outside the door yelling and banging on the door until I finally gave in and let them in. At that moment, chaos moved from the living room to my bathroom. Max began to unroll the toilet paper, all the while screeching with joy. Mason had brought a trumpet along (seriously) and began blowing a tune as loudly as possible. What can a mother do other than just sit there and giggle. It's at times like that when I would just LOVE for someone to call and ask, "So - what are you doing?".