I got out of the shower this evening to a knocking at my bathroom door. Tim wasn’t home yet, so I figured it was one of the kids. Baby E was the most likely culprit.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Baby E!” Came the reply from the other side of the door.

“You can’t come in right now, buddy.”

I heard him starting to whimper.

“Why don’t you ever let us in the bathroom when you are using the bathroom?!?!” He cried.

“Honey, I wasn’t using the bathroom. I just got out of the shower. I have to get some clothes on.”

There was a long silence and I wondered if he had wandered off. Then I heard a loud banging on the door.

“Who is it?” I responded.

“It’s Tim! Let me come in!!” Came a lower, gravely voice that clearly belonged to Baby E.

“That’s not Tim!! That’s Baby E!” I responded.

“No, it’s not me, it’s Tim!” he growled. “I’m a grown up!! Let me in!”

Reader, I did not let him in.