The kids were upstairs playing, when Ian decided he wanted to play with water in the bathroom sink. Naturally, Ainsley wanted in on the fun. Since there wasn't enough elbow room for both of them to play at the sink, Ian decided they should take a bath.
When Steve went upstairs, Ian was singing
Oh, I just love a morning bath. . .as if this were a daily occurrence. Oh, well, a bath never hurt them. I was a little concerned about them being upstairs, in the tub, unsupervised. Steve felt they would be fine. A little while later, I heard a lot of splashing and sloshing and dreaded what must be going on up there. After quite a long time, I went looking for bodies. Steve filled me in on the details.
He had opened the bathroom door to find Ainsley sitting in the bathtub and Ian sitting in the sink, full of water.
What are you doing? Steve asked.
Well, Ian replied, you won't let me make tidal waves in the bathtub, so I made one in the sink.
It was like a killer tsunami had hit the bathroom. Yet, in Ian's eyes, he had followed the rules.
Therefore, I am proposing the following to be posted every place inside and outside our home where there is a faucet.
Rule #1: No making tidal waves in the tub.
Rule #2: No sitting in the sink, unless Mom or Dad put you there.
Rule #3: Water is not be expelled from the tub, toilet, or sink in a manner other than through the appropriate drain.
Rule #4: If you spill it, you clean it up.
Ian will find a loophole in there somehow. I just hope he doesn't find it before I finish drying all of the towels that were used to absorb his little ocean.
1 comment:
My mom, God bless her- in her loving Nana way let Littleman "play" at the kitchen sink while she read a magazine. When she checked on him he was soaked,so was the rug, the floor- you get the idea.
Man, what is it about these kids and their fascination with water??
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