Our main bathroom is completely torn out. The half bath still has its toilet, but nothing else... and the easiest way to get to the toilet is to go into the main bathroom through the hall door and duck through the torn out wall. This makes me giggle a lot. It amuses me every time I go through there.
Elijah followed me today, but I told him to stay out in the hall. There's a hole in the bathroom floor. It's not too dangerous to the adults, but to a toddler, it's a great gaping path straight to the basement floor. So he's standing there in the hall, and he says, "There's no wall in there! Mama's stuck. Mama's in the wall!"