Pribacy Please
Every day begins pretty much the same around here (well at least the weekdays). Kevin and I wake up early, early to exercise and spend some quiet moments with God before the kids wake up. Riley has a sign on her closet door instructing her to go to the bathroom and go back to bed until her Hello Kitty clock says 6:30, so every day at exactly 6:30am her door opens and things start “whirling.” I feel a little bit like I’m experiencing the underbelly of royal life as I get ready; I always have a group of witnesses watching every single minor step in what I like to call my “chrysalis” stage, wherein my hair is always rolled in some sort of rollers and I am washing, dressing, and putting on a little makeup. The girls comment upon every detail and even try mimicking a few (Riley always says, “I need to put on my make up too,” and proceeds to pull out her play makeup, which was a gift she requested from her “Aunt” Laura.).
When Kevin comes in to take his shower, he appropriately dismisses my audience, claiming his need for privacy while he showers and gets dressed. I think it was in response to this fatherly announcement that Zoe started chirping, “Pribacy, please!” some time ago. So, every morning now, when one of the girls spots Kevin entering our bedroom, they say, “Okay, let’s go, Daddy needs his privacy (or ‘pribacy,’ depending on who speaks)!”
The funny thing is that most days the girls forget that “Pribacy” is not just being in a different room. Almost every day, they stand at the doors to our bathroom, straining their eyes to see through the crack between the doors. “Don’t go in,” we hear one say to the other, “Daddy needs his pribacy.” And yet, there they stand, peeking through the doors. So, every day Kevin has to explain that “privacy” means not only are they not in the room but that they don’t see what Daddy is doing as he gets ready. Kevin gets such a chuckle out of seeing them peeking through the door that he took some pictures. Thought we’d share:
