Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Bathtime follies

Today's post, in which the second pair of fingerless gloves go into the gift bag for the teacher, is at Toxophily.

Meanwhile it's time for our Bonus Feature: Kids Say The Darnedest Things, Personal Hygiene Edition!

1. While bathing Cady Gray, she was trying to "give" me squirts with her squeezy airplane. "Just what I wanted for Christmas!" I joked. "That's exactly what I told Santa when I sat on his lap."

"Mom, you're too big to sit on Santa's lap!" she objected.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "How am I going to tell him what I want for Christmas?"

"You can stand beside Santa and talk to him," she suggested.

2. Shortly after this helpful exchange, Archer came barreling into the bathroom to go to the potty. Engrossed in the bath, I paid little attention until I heard, "Uh, Mom? There's one of Cady Gray's socks in there."

"In the potty?" I asked, aghast. Then I remembered that she'd flung her clothes into the air after taking them off. She must have scored with one of her socks.

Before I could complete that thought, Archer reached in gingerly, fished out the sopping anklet, and tossed it into the hall. As he settled down to do his business, he announced triumphantly, "Mom, I am in the job of getting things out of the potty."

2 comments:

Adam Villani said...

I love Archer's comment about the potty job. It's also good that it shows him dealing with a disruption in something that supposed to be routine, too.

momof3gr8kids said...

I imagine Cady Gray looking at you with the "duh!" look as she explains that you could just stand next to Santa.

Archer has chosen a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it! My kids loved to claim occupational territory, too. One night after we had been out for Chinese, my oldest (who was about seven at the time) gathered the little slips of paper from everyone's fortune cookies and proudly proclaimed, "I am the keeper of the fortunes!" It's a little more glamourous than Archer's self appointed duty, but not nearly as useful!