I’ll set the scene for you:
This little girl has to go to the bathroom. She invites me in (demands my presence) when she has to poop. I walk in.
“Mommy, will you close the door so I can have some privacy?” No problem. Door closed.
“Thanks, Mommy. Now, just let me get my magazine. I like to read when I have to poop.” She proceeds to pick up the magazine and holds it closely as she puts the Dora potty seat in place and pulls her pants down.
She climbs up, shorts and panties around her ankles and starts to ‘read’ her magazine. (BTW, her magazine is Jeff’s Mizzou Alumni Mag)
It is at this point that I ask her if I can take a picture. She politely, but firmly refused. Can’t blame her, but (damn) it would have been a great pic. Her childhood mind probably warned her of the doom that would follow if I was allowed to forever document the moment (and therefore potentially embarass her during her teenage years.)
Smart of her.