What Your Parents Don’t Know
Once in a while, my husband will whisk the baby away for some grand daddy-son time whilst mommy gets to revel in a longer-than-5-second bath. Tonight was one of those nights.
Sitting Laying there in the tub, covered with Mr. Bubble brand bubbles, I spent 43.8 glorious minutes floating between half asleep and half awake. I was completely alone. You know, like, with no one around.
Just me, golden silence, and Mr. Bubbles.
Finally Kevin arrives home and walks in the bathroom with the baby in his arms to announce their arrival. Like the sweet man he is, he hands me a Starbucks coffee that he picked up on the way home (isn’t he awesome?).
Just then, my cell phone (which is perched on the toilet lid) begins to ring.
Now, seeing that I’m slathered with water and suds, it wouldn’t bode well if I answered the phone, because with my luck, it would have immediately resulted in dropping it under those wonderful bubbles.
Kevin glances down at it and tells me it’s my mom. Then I watch as he hurridly turns towards the door to leave, with the baby in his arms.
Me: Well? Aren’t you gonna answer it for me?
Kev: No way! I don’t want your mom to know I’m in here with you!
How can you argue with that?
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October 17th, 2008 at 1:58 pm
Laughing, laughing, laughing!! Thanks for this.