Every now and then, one of my kids tries to pull a fast one. This morning, it was shower scheming.
Tazzie was sent to have a bath, or shower. His choice.
Well, he objected. Strenuously. He seems to take seriously, “Boy: Noun. Noise with dirt on it.” Especially the dirt part.
So, he came up with a plan. I’m a bit hazy on the details, but when he came out of the bathroom, only the hair around his ears and the back of his head were damp. I told him he needed to go have a proper shower, and he protested.
“See? The tub’s dirty! I don’t need to have another bath!”
Uh huh. He’d scrounged up about a half a teaspoon of sand, probably out of someone’s shoes, and put it in the tub as ‘proof’ that he’d been in the tub.
“I’m not tricking you!” he wailed, when I informed him he was going for ‘another’ shower.
“You’re right. You’re not, because I’m not falling for it.”
Shower, take two.
He stormed out of the bathroom, dripping wet. “There! I did it!”
Uh…except you forgot to wash. You still smell like sweat.
Shower, take three.
Of course, the fact that if he’d just taken a proper shower the first dang time he would’ve saved time and energy just doesn’t occur to him. That I’m not that dumb, *and* he’s not my first child just doesn’t enter into his thought processes.
And, in other boy/dirt/pool related news…
Do you know what happens when you have a sandpile in your back yard
One Terror Toddler…
And a wading pool? (Fear not, Terror Toddler and Cubby have their own, they don’t share Bazinga’s pool)
This. This is what happens.
A giant mud puddle. Or attempt to make world’s largest mud pie. I’m not sure, and Terror Toddler isn’t talking.
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