Growing up, Brother # 1 would often pester me when I was in the bathroom. He’d run past the door and knock on it, or draw something and slip the paper under the door just to be obnoxious.
A few weeks ago we were visiting my parents’ house and as I excused myself to use the restroom I made a joke to my brother not to slip any notes under the door. Within thirty seconds, this materialized.
I love my crazy family.
And yes, my parents’ bathroom is carpeted, and that carpet is pink.