The End of Privacy

I was standing at the toilet relieving myself, when the bathroom door opened, and Violet came into the bathroom.

"Hi Kiddo, Daddy's peeing.  Give me a minute."

Instead of giving me a minute, Violet came right up behind me.

"Hey, hey, come on," I said.  The few times circumstances occurred when Violet ended up coming in when I was peeing, she'd seemed fascinated by the process.

Unabated, Violet started coming around to my side and extending her hand toward the stream.

I scooted to the left and blocked Violet with my butt.  "Hey, that's pee.  Violet, get out of here."

She backed away, and I thought she was leaving.  But she was giving me the sneak attack.  I saw her little hand under me between my knees heading to the pee stream.

I had hit the limit of my patience of Violet's antics and I abruptly stopped peeing.  "Violet, get out of here, come on."  Violet took off and I finished peeing, thinking that I need to start locking the door.

But, later on that night, when Violet used the potty, she told me, "Daddy, I need some privacy."

"OK," I said and left the room.  "Let me know when you're done."

"Please close the door," she asked.  I closed it, thinking about our double standard.