He goes when the feeling hits and has consecutive moments of peace and quiet.
He shuts the door, and is alone with himself. I try not to keep score, but I can’t help myself.
The door never shuts for me. It is a group project with plenty of opinions and ideas about my body.
He flushes and washes and I’m not exactly sure what.
We pick who flushes and we all wash together.
And we come out together because the mother and the children that bathroom together win the prize of togetherness.
But the daddy. That daddy wins the prize of a bathroom break.