I walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the toilet. GL follows me into the bathroom, watches me unzip, and says, "Hi, Dad. What are you doing?"

The Big Stinker

This morning, I heard GL yelling at BB, so I went to see what was the matter. He was standing outside the bathroom door yelling, "BB, unlock the door and come out of the bathroom!"

I told him, "BB wants some privacy. Leave him alone, and he will come out when he's done." GL has a problem with privacy. Since GL had already had plenty of time in the bathroom, and it was time for him to leave for school, we left. When we got back, MB was trying to unlock the bathroom door from the outside. BB had not been in the bathroom, but had not contradicted GL because he was, in fact, asleep at the time. GL had locked the bathroom door, blamed his brother, and left for school.

Taking Liberties with my Privacy

I intentionally never put my phone number on FaceBook. Just because I friend someone on FB doesn't necessarily mean I want them calling. They can send me a message through FB, or email me. That's enough.

Facebook disagrees. So much so, they somehow tracked down my cell number and posted it to my profile. I don't know where they got it, but I never gave it to them. Two problems: 1. If I don't want to give someone my home phone, why would I give them my cell? 2. It's an old number, so no one could reach me at that number anyway.