I’m stressed. Totally overwhelmed and exasperated is really more like it. I was feeling so beleaguered, in fact, that I almost skipped Grace’s bath this evening. Boy am I glad I didn’t.
Upon being placed in the tub, Grace stood up. She stands up frequently, and standing up is the bane of our bath time. We worry that she will slip and fall, so we don’t allow her to stand. After the third time I asked her to sit and forcefully sat her down, I pulled the plug on the tub.
“Okay, you’re done,” I said to her sternly.
Grace laughed, snatched the plug from my hand, and replaced it in the drain.
Joe and I looked away simultaneously so she wouldn’t see us laugh. She continued standing in the tub. With neither her dad nor myself paying attention for about fifteen seconds, Grace toddled across the bathtub to the spigot and pulled up on the shower lever.
I thought she would be afraid of the shower, so I showed her what would happen if the lever came up. She was delighted. We turned the shower off and on a few times, and she walked under the water spray.
Joe and I laughed and laughed. Who would have known?
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