Taking a Dump

There are times that I wish that taking a dump was not a family occasion.  As soon as I sit down, I have either Clare (3) or Caleb (2) to contend with. If I forget to close the door, they will come in, whacking the door against my legs until I move them. If Clare is first, Caleb will follow, and vice versa.  It is never just one of them.  Then they will both proceed to get into the medicine cabinet, the bathtub, the garbage--anything that I can't reach, all the while demanding 'juice' or 'candy'. If I remember to close the door, Caleb will get Clare, who opens the door for him.  If I lock the door, they may cry for a bit, but then I begin to see fingers appearing under the door.  First one hand, then another.  They shove toys under the door, then cry if I don't kick them back to them.  All in all, it makes for a hard bowel movement.