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Today was a T-ball night which tends to throw off our normal routine. On the way home from the game, requests were given...I'm going to play Mario when I get home, I want circle cheese, I want daddy time, I'm going to have Gatorade when I get home. None of these requests fit moms....bath time and off to bed.
"OK boys, time to get ready for your baths!", I quickly shouted over the water thundering from the spout.
Groans quickly followed as clothes began to soar around the bathroom like birds begging for food...snagging on toilets, hooks, and the cat's tail. The grumbles suddenly disappeared when bare bottoms entered the warm, beckoning water. Now water took the place of clothes as it began to splatter every corner of the once spotless tub. Splash! Crash! Where's my dinosaur? Have you seen my Elmo? Don't throw water in my eyes!
"OK, who is first?", I asked as I lathered up my hands with tear-free soap.
"What? We just got in the tub.", questioned my oldest son as he death gripped the rubber race car.
"Quick bath time! Now whose first?"
Groans..."Can I play video games if I go first?"
"No, but thank you for volunteering....you're first!"
One after another, I lathered up sandy hair and dirt matted heads.We watched the water turn from a crystal blue to a muddy puddle. The boys complained about the grit covered tub and begged to get out of the tub. Bodies were clean and the tub would be next. Another bath time completed...now time for the rest of the routine.