On Sunday morning I got to sleep in. I awoke to a loud argument between my husband and my son, on either side of the bathroom door.

[bang bang bang]

My husband: “I’ll be out in a minute.”

My son: “But I want to come in.”

My husband: “I’m peeing, and I want to be alone. I’ll be out in a minute. Just one more minute.”

My son, crying now: “But I WANT. TO. COME. IN.” He had his toy camera he got for Christmas. “I just want to take a picture.”