Our house has an unfortunate layout which involves the boys' bathroom needing two doors to be closed for complete privacy, with one of these off of the kitchen.
little kid pretty much refuses to close either door (or flush the toilet, but I guess it's not relevant) so I frequently find myself on the receiving end of a startling and unwelcome view.
"Dude, could you do me a personal favor and CLOSE THE DOOR?" I asked for the 900th time the other day.
"You should just try to think of it like a documentary, mom."
"Yeah, no thanks," I laughed and evacuated the area, only to find myself in need of something in the kitchen a few minutes later and headed back in that general direction.
"Mom?" He shouted.
"You might want to wait. The documentary is still showing."