Many mornings our adventures begin when the boys get a few moments free from mommy’s supervision while I take a bath. Yes, I know baths take a bit longer than showers, but I have to be able to listen to my rowdies and jump out at a moment’s notice when I hear the sound of one climbing over the baby gate, a fight breaking out, etc. The noise of the shower often drowns out the sounds of their antics. I learned that lesson the hard way.
This morning The boys had been up for a while, were settled with some cereal, and seemingly getting along, so I decided I would let them watch a cartoon while I took a quick shower instead of the usual bath. I turned on Clifford the Big Red Dog , went into the bathroom, locked the door, and hopped in the shower. Don’t worry, nothing got broken or poured out in the floor, and no one escaped from the house.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, and started to brush my teeth. I peeked out the door to check on the boys, and they were still playing in the living room and watching tv. I shut the door back and locked it, hoping to finish brushing my teeth before they got bored. I heard one of them twisting the locked doorknob. Then the lock clicked into the unlock position. The door opened, and there stood my 2 year-old, with this old screwdriver in his hand. “Hi, Mommy.”
Sigh. He is his father’s child.
