I am teaching in the basement, and J has Owen, so she sends James to go to the potty by himself downstairs while she gets dressed to leave and go run a rehearsal.
James uses the powder room downstairs and apparently closes the door locked behind him.
J can't get into the powder room, which is where all her make-up is.
I serve the kids dinner and have to leave them alone at the table so that I can go to the bathroom upstairs.
When I come down there are two sippy cups spilled on the dining room floor.
I work at unlocking the door while James rides his trike and Owen attempts to get my phone out of my pocket.
James freaks out because he has stepped in a puddle and needs someone to change his socks.
I am not having any luck getting the door unlocked.
James freaks out because his trike got hooked in a cloth library bag, and his sock is still wet. Owen is also still freaking out, because I hid my phone.
I unlock the powder room door and leave it open.
I change James' socks.
I find Owen in the powder room, sucking on the brush end of the toilet bowl brush.
James tells me I look like I'm "hard at work."
Owen screams at me while I write everything down because I am no fun and don't let him get into anything.
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