crossing the streams
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.09.26
Today the bathroom door burst open as it usually does when I'm using the toilet, and Kenny marched in.
Seeing that I was peeing, he joined me before I could stop him. For a kid who can turn getting undressed for a shower into a twenty minute experience, he sure was quick about it. Of course, he started giggling and playing at crossing the streams.
So now we've done that. (e_e)