to fix our dishwasher (we live in an apt complex). Right after he got here, I knew ds had to poop. I keep his bb potty in the living room, but I decided to spare the guy, so I took him into the bathroom to use the big toilet. Tristan was happily pooping away (quite loudly) and I had the door open. Well, the guy had to tell me something, so he stood around the corner (where he couldn't see in, but could tell the door was open) and talked really fast. I got out of the bathroom with ds in my arms just in time to say "bye"--the maintenence guy said "bye" and slammed the door without looking at me.
I think he thinks I'm some weirdo who poops with the door open when there are guests in the house
I think he thinks I'm some weirdo who poops with the door open when there are guests in the house















