The Cat Daddy is smart; he locks the door every time. Then the boys knock and ask him what he's doing, because they want details every time. I don't need details, so I generally leave him alone. Every so often I'll knock, but generally only if I have a good reason or want to throw him off his game a little.
I rarely lock the door, especially if I'm the only grown-up present. Sometimes I do, but usually it's an extra step for which I just don't take time. Heck, I usually don't even take the time to shut the door completely. While in the shower, I'll hear the door creak open, and I'll sing-song, "Who's there?" and peek around the curtain. And just as often as not, it'll be Zoe or Max:
"Hey Mom, just taking inventory. I found everyone else, but you left for like two minutes and I had to make sure you were still on the premises. I'll go now, and leave the door open so all this warm steam can get out and you can cool off."
"Thanks for nothing, Zoe."
So then earlier today, I stole a moment away to, um, take care of some business. Little E (Yes, I'm thinking that fits nicely. Maybe.) came with me, because at her age she goes with me everywhere about 98% of the time. It's just not a good idea to leave an almost-8-week-old unguarded in the presence of her extremely well meaning, extremely affectionate, extremely ambitious, and somewhat clumsy brothers. So she was on the floor, lounging against the Boppy. This is how we roll.
Obviously, then, within seven seconds the door cracked open and two little eyes peered through, right about the height of a small-ish three year old.
"I'm peeting, Mommy!"
"PEETING! I'm peeting at you!"
"OH! I see you peeking at me. I'm going potty. Can I have some privacy?"
"I'm not surprised."
And then the Cat Daddy called. And did I answer? Yes I did. I don't every time, but in this particular moment the timing worked out, and no one was screaming.
"Hang on, Littler One, lemme talk to Daddy for a minute."
"Daddy's on the phone?? LemME talk to him!"
"No. Hang on kiddo."
Then I talked to the Cat Daddy for long enough to commiserate with him about the cost of our car maintenance this time around (timing belt, etc...'The Big One,' as he calls it), before he was summoned back to work-ish things. So we hung up, and I got myself together and so on.
"Mommy really likes privacy sometimes. I might start locking the door."
And then of course the Littler One shut the door completely--with me, him, and his little sister still inside--and helpfully locked the door.