Sunday night, Kelley and Butterfly fluttered off to their respective choir practices while Ladybug and I stayed home.  We played with barbies and trains (football was on in the background, of course) and had ourselves an excellent time.  It just so happened that this evening would also serve as bath night.  Normally, we chunk both girls into the tub, tell them to stop splashing, put soap in their eyes, rinse them while they’re screaming, and pull them out right as they’re getting used to it.  In my fatherly wisdom, however, I decided that our evening alone would afford Ladybug some time to enjoy the tub all to herself.  And she did.

I got the water temperature and level perfect.  Ladybug sat down and immediately began playing with the toys and enjoying herself.  I went ahead and bathed her and washed her hair.  Then, I put in some clean water and decided to let her play for a few minutes to enjoy the toys without her big sister.  She was doing well, so I decided to prepare the bedrooms for bedtime.  You’re not supposed to leave your child unattended in the tub, and I’m over-protective.  These combined caused me to run, throw the pillows on the bed, and come back to check.  Run, pull the pajamas out, come back to check.  One thing, check, one more thing, check….

At one point in my checking, Ladybug was looking at me with a sly grin.  I asked “What are you doing?”  She proudly responded “Tee tee in bathtub!”  I gave her a playful scolding: “Don’t you go tee tee in my bathtub!”  She grinned.  We both knew that she’d already done it.  (And let’s be honest, who hasn’t.  From time to time, I still…..er…um….let’s get back to the story.)  I finished prepping the rooms and went to rinse the fresh tee-tee off the girl and get her out.  As I looked into the tub, something was awry.  One of these toys was not here when we started.  I stood her up and looked down.

“Did you go poo-poo in my bathtub?!”snickers
“Ew gross.  Daddy clean it.”
“You went poo-poo in my bathtub!”
“Daddy clean it.  Ewwwww gross.”

I hosed her down with the sprayer and took her into the room for pajamas.  After that, I put her down so that I could remove the evidence of her past meals from the tub.  The whole time she kept smiling from ear-to-ear and repeating “EW, GROSS!  daddy clean it.”  If she weren’t so cute, I’d have to get rid of her.