The scene: Faithful Scribbler is lounging on the couch with her laptop, not doing much of anything important, and certainly not producing a literary work worthy of publish. Status Quo.

The Little Scribbler is in her bathroom, in the tub, luxuriating in the warm, bubbley, plastic-boat-filled, goodness. The Auditor is futzing around for her PJ’s in the dresser (from which vantage point he can see Little Scribbler alive and well in the tub– we’re not grossly negligent parents, I swear!).

Faithful Scribbler over hears the following exchange:

The Auditor: “Hi, Cat. Meow.”

The Cat: “Meow.”

The Auditor (mumbling to himself): “finally, a captive audience…”

Silence….

Faithful Scribbler: “Um….what exactly are you doing in there?”

The Auditor: “I’m going to read the children’s bible to Little Scribbler while she is in the tub, so she can’t escape.”

Faithful Scribbler: “Ahh….I thought for a minute you were planning to impress the cat with some random display of talent.”