looking for privacy

He just gives me so much fodder.....

This morning I got up with the two little ones so that King could sleep late. We went downstairs and played for a bit before the next person came down which happened to be #2. After playing a little longer, babykins decided she was hungry. So off to get her some breakfast. I passed off the chore to my oldest son and ran to the bathroom.
Right away I could hear my youngest son, in his sweet little toddler voice, starting to look for me. "Mommy...... Mommmmy.......M-aaaaah-meeeeee!" His footsteps got closer and closer to the door. I had to give myself up as found.

"Mommy is in the bathroom, give me some privacy," I begged.

He closed the door and cheerily said, "OK Mommy!" Then happily skipped into the dining room and asked his big brother for help.

"Help me pweese. Can't reach it. C'mon.... pweeese."

"Whatcha need help with?" Number two tried to understand what it is that his brother needed. He guessed several times as to what the buggah wanted, to no avail. The little boy with the Napoleonic complex just got more and more agitated.

"C'mon! Need pie vissy. PIE VISSY!!!!!!"

Of course I am in the bathroom chuckling and between guffaws I finally am able to blurt out, "I asked him to give me privacy. He must not have understood what it meant. He thinks it is something in the kitchen cabinet and he can't reach it."