Shower, Interrupted

This morning, I left M and B playing in the playroom so I could shower. I told M, as always, that he was to take care of B and to stay in the playroom. M said okay and the boys continued racing their trucks around the room.

As I was about to get into the shower, M came racing down the hallway to inform me that there were monsters in the playroom. (M has renewed his fear of monsters lately. They are apparently hiding all throughout the house and they only disappear when Papa Bear or I appear. Hmm...) I told him that there were no monsters and to go back and take care of his brother. He said okay and stomped back down the hallway.

I thought I was in the clear to take my five minute shower in peace but alas, it was not to be. While standing there with shampoo and soap streaming into my eyes, I heard something that sounded suspiciously like a stampede racing towards the bathroom. I tried to wash the shampoo and soap off my hair and body in anticipation of this latest crisis. A moment later, I heard M screaming, "Mommy! Moooooommmmmmmmmmy!".

I turned off the water and opened the bathroom door and surprise, surprise, both boys were standing there expectantly. I have to say, there was an air of excitement about them, so I asked what was going on. "Mommy," M raised his hand towards me. "I got a spider." I looked at his hand and noticed a black squirming thing between his index finger and thumb. He was plainly proud of his acquisition.

What is a mother to do? Tell her son how proud she is of him, of course. "Good job, M," I proclaimed. "Let's let the little guy free outside." We walked across the room to the french doors leading outside and released the lucky creepy-crawler.

M and B ran back to the playroom and I quickly finished my shower before another "crisis" arose.