"Mikey, are you done in there."
"No."
"What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"You need help?"
"I don't know."
"Let me in, okay? Oh, not again! You got it all over your pants. And your shoes? What were you doing?"
"Nothing."
"What a mess. We don't have a change of clothes for you, you know. And this won't wipe off very well."
"Sorry."
"You're the one that's going to have to walk around in it, not me."