Where’s dada?

Whenever I ask my child, my dear sweet girl, where her dada is, do you know where she goes?

The garage? Nope.

The back door to see if he's doing yard work? Nope.

The couch to see if he's watching TV? Nope.

She heads straight to the bathroom.

I'm trying to figure out if this is funny or sad. I think it may be a bit of both.