silent communication
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2013.08.18
In the midst of our dinner, The Boy got up and went to use the toilet. Nothing particularly new there, nor in that he didn't close the door and we could all hear him urinating. And by all, I include The Girl. She pointed in The Boy's direction, and then pointed as she does when she's peed in her diaper.
Clever girl!