To preface this story, I should mention that I have NOT gone to the bathroom by myself for the last 14 years. Yes, that includes my pre-children years with Kolby. He has no shame, and apparently I possess no door-locking skills. So one afternoon, I was sitting on the toilet, minding my own business, and in walks this guy - you know just to chat. We enjoyed a bathroom visit for 5 or 6 minutes and then he hopped up, ran out and yelled, "Don't forget to wipe your neener!" I yelled back, "Girls don't have neeners, Klive," to which he came sprinting into the bathroom proclaiming, "I know mom, boys have a neener, girls have a nooner-catoodie." So there you go - a couple new names for your downstairs business. You're welcome.
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Still one of my favorite stories of all time!
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