Taking a shower is always an adventure when you are a mother. Little ones have no sense of privacy or their parent's need for it.
Today, I was taking a shower in preparation for the meeting tonight, and Little Sprout was entertaining herself by banging on the door and asking if I was "alwight in dere?". Then she would solemnly tell me that the door was stuck, and that I had better "open it up".
Of course I delayed this as long as possible.
When I finally did open the door, I found Little Sprout standing outside the door (where our laundry area is) with MY UNDERWEAR ON HER HEAD.
Thank goodness it was clean underwear.
I thought about posting a picture, but letting y'all see my panties is just going a little too far.
Oh, and she informed the waitress at the Traditional Friday Lunch that I wanted my soup in a "cuck".