As Expected...

"Bo, when I speak, do you listen to me?"
"Bo....when I'm talking, do you hear me? Bo?"
"Bo"
"Bo....Bo....Bo...are you listening?"
"Sweet Jesus.....BO!"

By this point I've answered my own question. He's not listening. I'm not even sure he can hear. As I repeat my question I sit upon the toilet seat in the kids' bathroom talking to his ass. Bo is on his hands and knees, bum up in the air, trying to place the doorstop juuuust right. He has placed it approximately 32 times, but never juuuuust right. If the door moves at all, he has failed, and must try again. If he was less cute, and not wearing Superman pajamas, I may have lost my shit completely.

"Bo....are....you...listening...?"

He stands and turns to look at me. It is the face of innocence.

"Daddy?"
"Yes Bo?"
"The mouthwash is almost done and then we'll have to buy a new one."

We need a Baileys dispenser in these washrooms.