It’s been ages since
I took a bath with the kids. Reason being I like a really hot bath, and they
don’t, plus they are getting bigger so space is becoming an issue, and finally
when I do get in the bath I want to submerge to my chin, not sit in a puddle of
water.
But the other day I
got a bee in my bonnet and hopped in the bath with Leo. Then Lucca decided to
join, we were having fun, albeit feeling a little squished, when all of a
sudden Leo says mommy there’s poefie…. Yip my kid took a dump while I was in
the bath with him….. yet one more reason to stay on the outside.
Must have been a sight
for hubby… the three of us standing tippie toe in the bath trying to catch
stray poefie while draining the water so we could start all over again. Luckily
it was not mid-winter or we’d be shivering our bits off too.
So after the poo
escapade we run some more water and carried on bathing.
Leo has already
gotten out of the bath; Lucca is still lying next to me and wants to touch my
boobs, so I say “Please don’t play with my boobies”. Leo standing next to the
bath says “I want to play with your boobies” I say “No, only Daddy can play
with my boobies.” Leo says “Okay” and heads off to the lounge to call his dad.
I hear him saying “Come Daddy you may play with mommy’s boobies.” Bless his
heart.
( not sure when I wrote this, think 2014 - when we were still in our Waterbosch house)
