I forget that the boys are growing older. Their 9 years of public nudity have lulled me into believing that they have no self-consciousness whatsoever. This morning, I walked into my bathroom to get some mousse for my hair, and Quinn was on the toilet.
Quinn: "HEY! What are you doing in here???"
Mom: "Sorry. I just need to get my mousse." Here I proceed to mousse my hair - a process that takes less than 30 seconds. No big whoop.
Quinn: "UH, you know, you could have taken the bottle out THERE and done that. I need privacy."
OH. OK. Privacy. Hmmmm. Sorry. I keep forgetting that that's appropriate now.
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In some places it's known as a tornado, in others a cyclone. Around here, it's called a little boy.
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