spoilsport

As I head out the door to check the mail, there is a clamor in the bathroom that resembles two horses galloping in the tub.

“Quit playing in the bathroom,” I shout.

“Why?” protests Lydia.

“Because it’s not a place to play. You could fall and hurt yourself.”

“We wont get hurt!”

“Don’t play in the bathroom,” I repeat.

Lydia huffs, “Well, when I’m a Mommy and I have kids, they will play in the bathroom and I’LL LET THEM!”