Let's be honest, with the Two Year Old on the prowl, taking a shower is like high stakes gambling in Vegas: I'm probably going to lose.
It's like a light bulb goes off in his head once he hears the shower water start and all cylinders fire driving him forward toward chaos. He & entropy are at one in the universe-destiny wields its ugly hand & the fates conspire against me as I hurriedly shave my legs thinking,
"faster, faster, faster"
I turn off the water, & tune my ears into the silence that hangs in the air.
"this could be bad, this could be really bad" runs through my head as I dry myself & put on my clothes.
"I bet he's in the fridge again, little monkey--no, he couldn't have--not my nail polish again."
and then, I find this
ah, it was worth the gamble. i win.
5 comments:
As horrific as this image could be, I would put the youngest one in the shower with me so I knew where they were. Of course, there is an age limit before I boot them out, but at least during the "two's" I let them shower with me. I hope they don't have a good memory!!
Good Luck!!
I love it! You definitely won that one.....i miss you.
Oh this story sounds so familiar - it's like I live it every day! Today I got to work craft paint out of my carpet. Your two year old and my two year old in the same house would just be a natural disaster!
That cracks me up. For some reason Miles is taken by the good ole Q-Tips as of late himself. Simple entertainment. Thank you Johnson & Johnson
What a cutie! I love the way 2 year old's think.
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