I was going to the bathroom, fan turned on to drown out the world (or at least my children), when I heard a furious pounding on my bedroom door. I waited and the pounding continued. Thinking somebody would be standing outside my door covered in blood or awaiting the Heimlich manoeuvre, I stumbled off the toilet as quickly as possible only to find Arabella standing there with a cup of hot cocoa. “I just wanted to know if I could put whipped cream in it.”
Even though I couldn’t care less, I just yelled, “no!” and slammed my door. Hasn’t she learned that a locked door and a bathroom fan turned on mean “leave Mommy all alone for a very long time”? Apparently she thinks it means “ask Mommy the most pointless thing you can think of”. And she did.