Ready, Aim, Fire

Yesterday I walked into my bathroom and caught Conor standing four feet away from the toilet taking a whizz. (I was eyeballing it, didn't get my ruler out, forgive me.)

As soon as he realized I was there, he quickly walked a few feet forward, whizzing all the way.

I reckon he's trying to figure out how far away from the john he can stand and still hit the mark. To top it off, he didn't even bother to lift the seat.

Typical.