Mrs. Sommerer (standing in the hallway, the usual bathroom monitoring position): “You doin’ ok, Hunter?”
Hunter (who is 3): “Yeah.”
(Time goes by.)
Mrs. Sommerer: “Still ok?”
Hunter: “I need more paper.”
Mrs. Sommerer: “No problem.”
(Grabs a roll, goes into the stall, is momentarily stunned.)
Mrs. Sommerer (recovered): “Hunter, I’m going to help you up and you need to go to the next stall. Just get up and go over to the other toilet and don’t do anything until I get there, ok?”
Hunter: “Why?”
Mrs. Sommerer: “Trust me.”