MY PRIVACY:

My daughter was 2 years old at the time and still fascinated by all things new (which, to her pretty much meant “all” things). She was already expanding her vocabulary and discovering how to use these new words. One morning, as I was *ahem* taking care of some business in my “office” (the bathroom for those of you who don’t know me… and for those of you who do, haven’t I told you that I make ALL my important life-changing decisions in the bathroom??!?!!). Anyway, my daughter happened to walk in to see where I was and what I was doing. I immediately told her, “… daddy needs his privacy…” and I gestured for her to go out the door. She looked at me and paused, then said okay and left the bathroom. I thought to myself, “… hmmm, I guess she DOES understand – great!”. A few moments later she returned to the bathroom with a magazine in hand. She gave it to me and with a smile said, “… okay daddy, here’s your privacy”. I just about fell off the toilet laughing.