“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re not going in like that.” He tries to raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Is there a nuclear bomb in there?” Eyes closed, I sigh. Why did I even bother waking up this morning? “I don’t want you to look.” I put approximately an entire can of Febreze in there, so the smell should be fine, if only a little extra fruity, but there’s no way I’m going to let him look down the toilet. “How am I supposed to do it if I don’t look?” “I don’t know, Einstein, just figure it out!”
