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Potty Time

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.”

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