My hair was fully lathered and I about to rinse my hair when I heard Little Guy knocking on the bathroom door.
"Mom! mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble....."
"Little Guy, I can't hear you. I am in the shower." (Stating the obvious.)
I hear the door open wider as he takes a couple of steps inside the bathroom and yells even louder.
"Mom! It is time to mumble, mumble, mumble."
"Little Guy, I still didn't hear all of that. Hold on...." I hastily finish rinsing my hair, slide open the shower door and lean out so I can catch a glimpse of him around the corner.
"What is it, son?"
"Mom, it is time to take breakfast out of the oven?"
"Where is Dad?"
"He is busy."
"Vaccuuming the hallway."
"So you walked past him to come in here to ask me to get out of the shower to dry off and come get breakfast?"
At this point he knows anything he says can and will be used against him in the Mom court of law.
"Go and ask Dad to turn off the vaccuum and help you with breakfast, please."
My boys... they are a mystery and a constant source of interrupted showers.