Me: Well, I finally did it. I turned off the water in the basement bath.
Him: Ok, why?
Me: So that the boy can’t splash water all over the basement. He’s gonna be really disappointed in the morning.
Him: He’ll adjust…and find new things to get into.
Me: Shhhh. Don’t say that.
Him: You weren’t thinking he would just be good, now, were you? He’s three! You’re not that naive.
Me: I’m hoping!
Him: That would be against hope, hun. The good news is that he will grow out of it.
Me: Yes, and right into something else.
Me: Like pulling the legs off spiders.
Me: Or heroin.
Him: I think you’re safe from the heroin for the moment. I assume he can’t cross the street by himself yet, can he?











Your “him” sounds like a lovely balance to your “me.”
I do so like “him”. :)
Funny, I have a 3yo who likes water too. We have convinced him the hose in the backyard is much better than the bathtub though. :)
Good times!
peace…
Heh, when I was, let’s see, 9? While waiting for the school buses to arrive (about a half hour after school closed, returning from having taken middle schoolers home) I took “orders” from other kids. While they played rather than standing boringly in “line”, I’d step out of sight of the teachers, cross the state route that ran by the school (no traffic light nor pedestrian crossing) over to a strip mall. Into the pharmacy, over to the candy counter, filled the orders and return.
First time I was called to a principals office, for running candy! LOL
Of course I grew up into a straight-laced adult (well, only as far as artificial stimulants are concerned).