A Little Privacy Please!

So I'm in the bathroom doing what people do in the bathroom.  My husband comes in to resolve  the unfinished disagreement we had earlier.  It had to be important to him because he's never come into the bathroom to finish a discussion. So we were talking and then... 

"Mom!  Guess what?  I found Jumanji," and in comes D, with the huge fake spider he thought he lost.  He sits down on the floor and starts reading the book he has in the other hand.  

What?!  No...this isn't happening.  End of discussion.

Can I get a little privacy?!

Crazy life.