Privacy

Binta pushed the bathroom door open, and with a puzzled look on her face, asked me, "Why did you close the door?"

Well, I had something going on in there that I didn't care to share with (or waft to) the rest of the house.

"I just wanted my privacy, now please close the door."

"Why?"

(every statement, command, or comment from me is always, without fail, followed by a "why.")

"I just do. Close it!"

Several hours later, I'm using the bathroom with the door in its usual open position. Binta follows me in, promptly closes the door, announcing, "This time, you get to have your private seat."