This morning, Little Scribbler visited me in the shower. There I was, washing my hair, minding my own business, when a tiny, purple pajama clad person thrust aside the shower curtain and demanded to know “What ooo [I] doin’ in here?!”. When I replied that I was taking a shower and she should close the curtain or she would get wet (very practical advise in my estimation), she did so and disappeared.
Only to re-appear two minutes later, weilding the large blue boat Nana gave her for her last birthday. She heaved it into the tub, where it crashed, in a mildly painful manner, onto my feet.
“Here a-go Momma!” she called, then turned a fled the bathroom.
Not before snatching the toothpaste of the bathroom counter, necessitating a (wet and very chilly!) pursuit through the livingroom. (With curtains wide open! Sorry neighbors, didn’t mean to scare you there!).
By the time I apprehended giggly little theif, she had removed the cap and was well on her way to flouride poisoning, by eating it straight out of the tube. As I pried it from her small, but amazingly strong, grasp, she admonished me loudly, “HEY! ‘Ats MY cheepstaste! (toothpaste)”
With a sigh and a shiver I returned to the shower…at least I know she’s a generous child by nature– after all, she just wanted to make sure I had something to play with in the tub.