Me, after walking past The Kid’s bathroom and seeing an avalanche of clothes, towels, and detritus, “Kid? It would sure be nice if your bathroom didn’t look like a battle zone. “And also if it were accessible.” I take a second look, “To people. Without ice axes and pulley systems that not everyone has handy all the time…” The Kid, eager to set my delicate mind at ease and being an amazing problem solver, closes the door and says to me, “Schrödinger’s bathroom, mom.” Me, marveling at her genius, “So what you’re saying is… your bathroom is both clean… and a war zone… at the same time?” The Kid, who…