It went fine. I wouldn't say they really liked it, but it went fine.
Until......
We decided to turn the jets on in the tub....just to see their reaction. Why not?
What we did not take into consideration was that Ava was sitting in the back near the strongest jets, and when we hit the "on" button, it was like her back was being pressure washed.
Melt down on aisle 12!
We turned off the jets, consoled the little girl, and that was that.
Until....
Next bath time. Ava says, "Mommy, please don't give me a mean bath."
"What's a mean bath?" I ask.
Ava being a fine female communicator restates her request more precisely. "Please don't turn the jets on."
I her assure we won't, and we follow this verbal routine throughout each subsequent vacation bath time.
We return home and reach bath night. After we wrestle a too big, too strong, wiggly Jack-Jack out of the tub, Ava, finally alone in the tub, makes a declaration.
"Mommy! We don't have jets in our tub!"
No, Ava, we certainly don't.
2 comments:
Oh, man. We used the jets at Grandma & Grandpa's house once, because my oldest boy is obsessed with all things plumbing. Our younger boy was caught by surprise, like Ava, and literally flew out of the tub. It was a long time before we could convince him the tub at home was safe, even though we have "no jets here".
Very cute story!! :)
I hopped over from "A Country Girl's Ramblings" blog where you left a comment. It's lovely to "meet" you! I've enjoyed reading some about you and your family.
Blessings,
Camille
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