I used to be able to get Blake (3) to stay on the sofa watching Peppa Pig while I kept Meg with me in the bathroom (Our bathroom is rather bijou and there isn't room for 3!) and it worked for a time - as long as I didn't go past the few minutes that Peppa is on for (certainly not a 20 min shower that the pre-mum me would take!).
But lately, the second I step into the shower, there's a knock at the door (if I'm lucky!) and little man barges into the bathroom! I have to duck down super quick so people don't see me starkers through the landing window!
Sometimes he wants to get into the shower too, sometimes he's just happy to squash his little sister but often he likes to sit on the loo and chat (he's a real chatterbox with a crazy imagination!)
Sometimes what he has to say makes absolutely no sense at all and I can't help but laugh until I have tears rolling down my cheeks, such as this morning's observation....
"Mummy, point your bottom upwards so it can't talk anymore"
Emma in Bromley