The Bathroom

A new discovery. As of late a favorite of mine has been to shut doors and then knock to get out. Dad and I were playing this in the downstairs bathroom the other day when I failed to knock to get out. Dad started hearing some sort of sound and came calling himself to see what I was doing in the pitch black. Toilet paper anyone?


I carried my stash around the house for awhile that day. I also ripped to pieces as I imitated mom tearing spinach. The house looked like a mummy had run through.