All the best stuff happens when I am in the shower. I was soaping up when I heard the shriek of doom from upstairs. I rinsed off quickly while I listened to the thundering and wailing coming down the stairs. I was still in process when the shower curtain was ripped back and Tennessee screamed “She made make me mad at her!” Lucy wasn’t far behind, hollering her case as loud as she could. I turned off what was a lovely shower and dripped my way to my towel and robe while the two little litigators argued their cases at the tops of their voices.
Lucy was appealing to the mama jury’s sense of justice. She hadn’t really done anything. She didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. Three year olds can be soooo sensitive, you know how they get. Besides, nothing could ever make pinching reasonable in any bathroom court of law. Tennessee wailed passionately. He was forced by hurt feelings to pinch. He didn’t want to do it, but a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do. PINCHING?! She is just lucky he didn’t have his tiny frying pan handy.
They wailed, I dripped shower water on the floor. I lead the group in some counting and deep breathing, then, when the breathing just led to more howling, a firm “Alright, enough with the sobbing! State your case nicely or go to your room!” Cheese Louise. I was beginning to feel pretty pinchy myself.
Post Dinner:
Everyone is still alive. There wasn’t anymore pinching, or feeling hurting, but I have funny hair from letting it dry without product. There is no justice in the bathroom.
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