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The PT: Abba.
Abba: ...
The PT: Abba.
Abba: What.
The PT: Abba, are you in the baffroom?
Abba: Yes. Go away.
The PT: Abba. What are you doing in there.
Abba: I'm busy. Go away.
The PT: Abba.
Abba: WHAT??
The PT: Er, what kind of sticker do you want.
Abba: I don't want a sticker. Go away.
The PT: You have to pick one. Which one do you want?
Abba: Can we discuss this in a little while?
The PT: Abba. I'm sliding the stickers under the door. Here they are. Do you see them? Which one do you want?
Abba: I really don't need a sticker right now.
The PT: NOOO! WHICH ONE???
Abba: Uh...I'll take the Menorah one.
The PT: OK. So peel it off and put it on your shirt.
Abba: Uh....OK. NOW GO AWAY.
The PT: Abba.
Abba:
The PT: ABBA.
Abba: WHHHHHHAAAATTTTT?????
The PT: You sure are taking a long time in there.
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16 comments:
Hehe.
Giggle, giggle.
I could actually hear both your voices as I read this.
Lucky is he who gets to close the bathroom door altogether!
Amen to raggedymom! I count myself blessedly fortunate if I get to take a shower without having to play peekaboo with the shower curtain.
Amen to raggedymom! I count myself blessedly fortunate if I get to take a shower without having to play peekaboo with the shower curtain.
Reminds me of a comedy piece by Bill Engvall (Well known for his "blue collar comedy"... but he as actually a lot funnier before that...) It goes something like this:
*Knock on door*
Son: Dad!
Bill: What?
Son: Whatcha doin in there?
Bill: I'm building a rocket, now go away!
Son: Well, I wanna see the rocket! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaad!
*chuckle*
reminds me of my roommates...sigh...
I just yell "I NEED A LITTLE PRIVACY, PLEASE!!!"
That has finally mostly worked after a couple years...
If I respond in any way, it just encourages her.
This cracked me up!
Thanks for sharing.
:-)
You're fortunate, in a way. For 3-4 years, my Sweetie INSISTED on accompanying me to the bathroom EVERY time. I drew a very bold line when she tried to watch #2 come out the exit.
This is so bizarre...The PT has an Aunt Laya but I'm guessing you're not her...
Boy, this sounds familiar!
I'm thinking maybe Rabbi Yossi was onto something when he answered the "Who is rich?" question by saying, "He [who] has a toilet near his table." [Talmud Shabbat 25b]
Maybe just a private toilet. With a door that closes and locks. :-)
Ah, the joys of parenthood. When our son was a toddler, he would cry if I shut the bathroom door in his face. Privacy? What's that?
Hi again, I'm not the same Aunt Laya, but if I met your PT, I'm pretty confident we could bond over a story! :-)
Best,
Aunt Laya
(in a universal kind of way)
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