Yesterday Miles proclaimed that the downstairs washroom was now “his bathroom.” Pointing out that it does not actually contain a bath did nothing to deter him, and he continued reassigning the bathrooms in our house, making his former bathroom mine (Jaclyn, meanwhile, doesn’t have to move). We all had a good laugh about it.
Anyway when I came home tonight Miles had, in fact, delivered on his promise.
I’m still not sure exactly how he intends to take baths, but what I do know is that the number of Cocomelon toys in my bathroom has increased by 300%.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 