The other day I came downstairs to see Ryan going to the bathroom with the door open, while Paul was strapped into his highchair in the hallway. Ryan was doing his business while singing songs and Paul was laughing. It was quite the sight.
I chuckled a bit and asked Ryan what the heck he was doing. His response was simple: I can't watch him while I am going to the bathroom, so I had to confine him. Obviously.