Last night Sam kept trying to take his stuffed toys into the tub with him. As a compromise, I ran into the kitchen for several tupperware containers and spatulas. The toys were quickly forgotten and Sam spent his entire bath cooking with bubbles.
This morning Sam spotted his new bath toys drying on the edge of the tub. He gathered them up and took them into the living room to play. With the bathroom to myself, I decided to do a quick pedicure. I sat on the edge of the tub, filled the bottom with water, and soaked my feet.
Sam poked his head in to see what I was doing. Once he saw the water in the tub it was all over. He dashed to the living room for his tupperware. I was barely fast enough to keep him from throwing all of it in on top of my feet. I kept thanking him for trying to share, but insisted I wasn't interested in playing.
Well, that wasn't the end for Sam. He tugged on his clothes, desperate to get in the tub. I struggled to keep him dressed and had to nearly wrestle him to the ground to keep him from jumping in. I had to give up and drain the tub.
I ended up sweating and my clothes got soaked by the splashing. Aren't pedicures supposed to be relaxing?
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Sounds like you need to treat yourself to a birthday pedicure! Also sounds like Sam likes baths... a lot.
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