When I followed Hubby into the house after a long road trip last night, I watched him head straight for the bathtub and start filling a bubble bath for me. I acted like I didn't need one for about 1/2 a second, and then ran for my newest issue of Virginia magazine, some pistachios and a candle. After about 30 minutes of way too hot water (my favorite), I heard some rattling on the other side of the bathroom door. Once I heard the hushed voices of Cornell and Conway, I knew my time was up. I listened to them try to squeeze various long, skinny objects into the lockset, hoping to pop the lock. Finally, I heard them scramble off in the direction of the kitchen and knew they would be returning with the Holy Grail of lock-poppers, the wooden skewer.
It took all of 5 seconds for those two to throw open the bathroom door and start rooting around in my bowl of pistachios. I told them to take a handful and get out of the bathroom before Papa caught them. Too late! Hubby came in at that very moment and grabbed them playfully by the back of the pajamas and walked them to the other side of the door, locking it on his way out. Before I heard them drift off into the distance, I heard Cornell telling his father, "Papa, she is in a BUBBLE BATH, with a candle and pistachios. And she's reading a COMIC BOOK!"
Obviously, a little slice of Heaven if you are a 6 year old boy.
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Well, nothing came out of my nose, but I laughed at this post, yes I did. And wow -- I thought my husb, the MPM, racked up some pretty solid points in the awesome department, but I think he might could study under the master there! I'll point him to this post for starters. :)
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