Counting to Five

Every mother knows that it is impossible to use the restroom without children interrupting.  It's some sort innate magical power to know when Mom is taking care of her own business. Tonight I tried to provide myself an extra buffer zone of privacy by locking my bedroom door while I was in the restroom.  Matthew was quick to find that I was in the restroom, and quite unhappy that I locked the door.  After a bit of pounding on the door I heard, "Open this door right now!  I'm counting to five and this door better be open!" Then he actually proceeded to firmly count to 5!  I almost died laughing!  When his counting didn't work, he pounded on the door a couple more times and gave up!  That little stinker is so cute & so funny!  I'm so glad I get to be his Mommy!  :)