“The piglets took as long as they could having their baths and made a great many puddles and splashes in the bathroom, but at last Mother Pig got them upstairs.”
“Thursday February 12th. Lincoln’s birthday. I found my mother dyeing her hair in the bathroom tonight. This has come as complete shock to me. For thirteen and three-quarter years I have thought I had a mother with red hair, now I found out that it is really light brown. My mother asked me no to tell my father. What a state their marriage must be in!”
″ I was in the bathroom at school, sitting down on the toilet, humming a song. I had my pants on. I’d come in near the end of English class, feeling sick. My teacher, Mr. Dalton, is great about things like that.”