I’ll up the ante to going to the bathroom with the door closed.
And I know they are right there because all I hear over the vent fan is:
SSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF! under the door the whole time I’m in there.
The little one stands between my legs when I wizz. The big ones watching from the doorway.
If the door is shut, the same thing you here. Sniff sniff, scratch scratch.
For cripes sake I am just using the toilet like I do half dozen times everyday. I will be out in 5 minutes. I am not doing anything important. You are not missing anything. I am not going to stay in here forever.