Several nights ago, as dinner was coming to a close, I asked the boys if they wanted to take a bath or quickly jump in the shower. As showers take less time and tend to be less of a hassle for me and Papa Bear, we were hoping the boys would choose the latter. After several minutes of debate, and no pressure from either parental unit, M and B chose to take a shower.
As per usual happenstance, both boys took their clothes off and ran around in the nude laughing hysterically. I'm not sure why being naked is cause for such amusement, yet each night they run around, free as birds, frolicking in enjoyment. Papa Bear and I were finally able to wrangle our nude monkeys into the shower and get the cleaning process started.
It was P.B.'s turn to deal with the bathing that night, and I was getting their pajama's, towels, diapers and lotion ready on our bed, when I heard P.B. talking sternly to B.
"B! Stop that right now!" Papa Bear raised his voice.
"But, Baba, Mommy said we could jump in the shower!" Little B cried plaintively.
At this point P.B. turned to me and asked if I had indeed told the boys that they could jump in the shower. Apparently, B had taken my earlier statement about quickly jumping into the shower, literally. I smirked. P.B. did not (smirk), as B continued trying to jump around on the slippery tiles of the shower.
I'm sure glad it wasn't my night to bathe the boys.
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