Keeping it real

The other day Jamie followed me into the bathroom, and I let him, but I tried to teach him about not opening the door again until I was no longer "nakers," as we've come to call it.

"Auntie Shell," Jamie's Aunt Michelle whom he LOOOOOVES, got to my parents' house after work later that day to join the rest of us. When she got here, Jamie followed her to the bathroom too, but she told him she needed to go by herself.

While she was in there, we were starting to informally fill our plates and eat dinner, and I had Jamie say a prayer. When I prompted him to thank Heavenly Father for Rob, Michelle, and Conner, he said "tank you for Rob Shell Tonner, Shell going pee-pee potty all by self."

Pertinent information, right?

Then, when Michelle came out of the bathroom, Jamie looked at her, grinned, and said, "Auntie Shell no more nay-ters!"