Supposedly for farmers back in the day... But I'm convinced it was created by someone who hates children and their parents.
All three boys have been cranky and were not thrilled that we tried to put them down for a nap an hour earlier than usual. So that meant less sleep followed by them crying to go to sleep way earlier than normal. All around awesome.
However that's nothing compared to the fate of the Father this evening. Big begged and pleaded for a bath and he wanted to take a bath WITH the Father. Well, after lots of non-stop, "pwwwwwease, Daddy!" requests, he agreed. They had the garden tub FILLED WITH BUBBLES. I walked in and something smelled weird. Big had a "OMG" look on his face... And yelled, "I need to go potty!" Wellllll, you see where this is going. Big didn't make it. One poop in the tub, one plopped on the rug as I hoisted him onto the potty. After sitting there and producing nothing more, he proudly proclaimed... "No more poop in my butt!" Alrighty then!!
Of course, that pretty much ended the bath time bliss for the soiled adult. I honestly laughed so hard that tears were clouding my vision. I couldn't stop and Big said, "stop laughing Mommy, it's not funny!" Which made me laugh even harder.
So, how long until Big talks anyone else into taking a bath with him??!! I'm thinking quite a while!!
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