This morning, while grabbing my allotted two minutes of toilet time, my daughter yelled through the door.
“Mom! Mumble, mumble…”
“Just a sec,” I call back as I begin to pull up my pants.
I open the door a crack.
“What did you say?”
“I need you to sign this permission slip,” she says as she hands it to me, while I’m still zipping my pants. “It’s due today.”
I feel a little annoyed as I take the paper. “Can’t Dad sign it?” I ask.
“Well, no,” she says. ” He’s in the bathroom.”