Last night I had decided the boys needed to bathe. Unfortunately on the way home from our sushi dinner, the battle in the backseat got so annoying I didn't feel comfortable letting them share the tub. I feared that if they continued to harass each other with the same ferocity I witnessed in the car, I'd be called in every 2 minutes to referee and there goes my quiet wine drinking time. So I suggested they bathe separately. Better yet, I suggested they try showering.
They were suspicious at first, they'd never showered at home and I guess the showers at the swimming pool didn't quite register as bathing in their minds. After a moment of discussion, Little Dog agreed.
"So, you guys are going to take a shower instead of a bath," I said more than asked.
"That'll be manly!" replied Little Dog.
"Really? Manly?" I asked.
"Yes, showers are manly," he agreed. "I'm going to be a manly man."
"Um, ok," I said, "You know I take showers too, right?"
"Baths are girly."
I'm not quite sure where he gets this stuff, but it comes in such a constant stream it's hard not to quote him.
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago