Any mother worth her salt knows you never trust a quiet toddler, right? Especially not one lurking behind a closed door in a slightly mouldy room of filthy toilet brushes, an inviting toilet bowl and an endless supply of water.
So after a few minutes of eerie silence, I eventually opened the door, only to discover him lying on his back in the middle of the bathroom, contentedly sucking his dummy and humming quietly to himself, fingering the loops on his Taggies blanket, with his feet up on the toddler stool, presumably contemplating life, love and the universe.
I’m figuring it’s gotta be a guy thing, right? RIGHT?