As I stepped out of the shower, grabbing for the towel, Zee runs in to investigate (because no momma I know gets to shower with the door locked, even when her husband is home).
Without slowing his stride, Zee bounds straight for my backside, hand and arm outstretched. He pats my bottom a few times (Hey!) and giggling says, "I'm picking your booty up!" Hmmm...I wasn't aware it had fallen that much. What is all this running accomplishing anyway?
I quickly cocoon myself in a towel, while Zee climbs in the bathtub, his usually play spot in the bathroom as it can so easily be converted from a pirate ship to a race track to a super market or to his "dark soggy alone place" ("How to Train Your Dragon" reference he's fond of). But instead of any of his usual games, Zee searches until his eyes land on the faucet cover disguised as a bulbous plastic orange fish. He reaches the fish out to me and says, "Here's your trophy."
I don't know if I should be excited to win something from this busy busy guy, or shocked that my booty has actually fallen so much to deserve an award. Either way, "thanks Zee!"
©Erin Croley
I quickly cocoon myself in a towel, while Zee climbs in the bathtub, his usually play spot in the bathroom as it can so easily be converted from a pirate ship to a race track to a super market or to his "dark soggy alone place" ("How to Train Your Dragon" reference he's fond of). But instead of any of his usual games, Zee searches until his eyes land on the faucet cover disguised as a bulbous plastic orange fish. He reaches the fish out to me and says, "Here's your trophy."
I don't know if I should be excited to win something from this busy busy guy, or shocked that my booty has actually fallen so much to deserve an award. Either way, "thanks Zee!"
©Erin Croley
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