The other day I was walking past the 'kids' bathroom, the one that has been specifically reserved for them, and should in all sense of the word be deemed a bio-hazard zone.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the slightest movement coupled with stifled giggling from the dark room, and against my better judgement decided to investigate.
In turning on the light I found BW standing in front of the loo with his hands stretched way up in the air, shorts buckled down at his ankles, relieving himself.
Turning his whole body to face me mid-stream he LOUDLY announced "Look MoM! I'm Hands Free, just like with a cell phone!"
I hate cleaning their bathroom.
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