You spend a pleasant weekend with the kids. Everything’s right with the world. Then Sunday night rolls around. You start getting the kids ready for bed, and things get wonky. The kids sense what’s coming. Do they dread Monday’s, too? Or are they mimicking our non-verbal cues?
Last night, as I was about to turn off the detachable shower head and help the squeaky-clean one out of the tub, she thought it would be a good idea to splash me in the face. It’s probable she was trying to prolong Sunday (of course she hates sharing me with the work week) and stave off her bedtime in one fell swoop. I saw her ambush coming and kept the water on.
“What did I tell you about splashing somebody with a HOSE? Bad idea, Sneakiness,” I warned. She giggled and stepped one foot out of the tub, waited for me to turn off the water, then WHAM! She had saved as much water as she could in her little hand, almost pushing me into the tub as she scrambled to get all the way out.
Laughing and pointing in my dripping face, her expression of amused triumph morphed into shock and terror as I turned the water back on, explaining how water knobs work. “Would you look at that! You turn the knob to the left, and water magically reappears. A marvel of engineering, it is.” I tried to get that slippery kid back in the tub (wasn’t worth having to mop the floor afterward), but she was fast! I didn’t want her to slip and fall. So, I turned the water off. She stopped and sighed. Too soon! SPLASH! Right in her little face.
What? She knew what she was getting into — starting a water fight on a Sunday night . . . After 45 seconds or so, she opened her eyes and calmed down enough to resume breathing. Oh, she was mad. Oh, how I laughed all my pending Monday cares away. Eventually, she got over herself, noticed my face was still wet, and thought I looked ridiculous laughing at her.
All in all, I’d say somebody learned a good lesson about the nature of knobs . . . and that a mommy’s hand can hold a lot more water than a five-year-old’s. I learned I might have to ease the kid back into each Monday, or at least not turn my back to her on Sunday nights.
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