Constant Interruptions Through The Keyhole

Very early the other morning I was looking after the toddler whilst my wife tried to get some sleep with the baby.

I went to the toilet and she came up with a new game of spying through the keyhole. It reminded me of a chant / rhyme that my wife told me about, that was devoted to all mums.

What do we want,
A poo in peace,
When do we want it,
Twenty minutes ago!