Son, when you become a man, if you become a man, there are only a few places where men can think. Sometimes we have our own chair to do our thinking. Take this one for example…
It really is a nice chair don’t you think? I do some of my thinking in it. I am writing this very post sitting in it. There is one other place I do a lot of my thinking…
Yeah that’s right! The toilet. This is one place I was proud to call my own. Then you became mobile.
I was perfectly OK with the rubber ducky and the bubble bath soap with Elmo sitting on the ledge of the bath. In no way did they interrupt my thinking. Not only did I create some amazing blog posts sitting there, I came up with some of my best tweets.
Now, I can only wish for my thinking time. When I am sitting on the golden thrown, you push open the door and start to play.
Why isn’t it locked? Well, you see if I lock it, you start a tantrum any two year old would be jealous of. So my place of tweeting and blogging has been taken over.
Someday you will understand the importance of this place. Until then you will have to deal with the embarrassment of me writing about how you intrude on me in the bathroom.