Logan adores bath time. His collection of "special dinosaurs" has an exclusive place in his heart and a permanent residence next to the tub. While he and his plastic menagerie play in the bathtub each night, I usually sit on the floor and check Facebook. Do not judge me. It's the only time of day when I am not being assaulted with questions or fielding demands. I love those ten minutes.
Lately, Logan has taken up the science of the bathroom. More specifically, experiments to find out what his voice will sound like in a variety of different settings.
- Hands over ears, talking.
- Hands over ears, screaming.
- Ears covered, head under water, singing, talking, screaming and farting.
Yes, I know...it's not pretty.
This night, in particular, Logan was lying flat on his back, head half submerged, ears plugged.
He lay quietly, holding very still, while the bath toys floated serenely over top of him. It was almost peaceful.
"Get away from my winkie!" he suddenly screamed at them.
I nearly dropped my phone into the tub.
- 21 October 2011
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