Diabolical Shower Time

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 As Logged By:

Agent Chase

 

Shower time is so Mommy can relax.

She always makes it steam to the max.

When will her singing come to an end?

My sanity is about to bend!

 

Bath time for baby, too?

What is a diabolical mastermind to do?

Should I turn the cold on full blast? 

Will that get her screaming real fast?

 

"Sorry, Chase," Daddy apologizes when I try a pout.  "You know how much Mommy likes to relax when it's her time for a shower."
 
Yes, of course I know.  I know all about Mommy's special shower time.
 
"LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!"
 
Oh, please!  Make it stop!
 
Mommy is singing and she's getting louder and louder.  Someone, please, make it stop!
 
I have plenty of stink bombs.  I've even got a toot I've been holding in.  Please, just let me sneak into the bathroom once to set some sort of stink off.  That will stop Mommy's singing.  That will save my eardrums from ringing.
 
I watch Daddy, waiting for his concentration on me to break.  
 
There!
 
He's picked up his phone.  He'll be distracted for hours.
 
I sneak and I crawl.  I tiptoe on hands and knees.  The bathroom door pushes open without a squeak.
 
Man, it's steamy in here.  How much hot water has Mommy used?  Is she turning the room into a sauna?
 
Oh well, that'll make the toots stick around for an extra long stink.
 
Here I go.  One, two, thr...
 
"No, no, no, little one."  Daddy picks me up.  The shock of him sneaking up on me setting off a tiny toot.
 
PPHHHFFFTTT!
 
"Uh huh, I knew you were up to something."
 
Daddy keeps his eye on me as he sets me down.  No baby sneaking in, no baby saving the day.
 
"LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!".

Oh, spare me.  Spare me! 

I cover my ears with my itty, baby hands.  Daddy cocks his head, he glances at the shower door.  Is he finally catching on?

"Don't like Mommy's singing?"  He asks and coughs out a few chuckles.  "I know, I'll take you downstairs and give you a bath.  That'll drown her singing out a little."

A bath?  That's your final offer?  

"LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!"

I concede with a sigh.  Anything is better that having to listen to that. 

Daddy carries me downstairs and sets me on the counter.  He pulls out my favorite toys and, even, the yummy smelling bubbles.  He turns on the faucet to get the water going.

 "HEY!"  Comes a shout.

"Sorry," Daddy calls out.  He picks me up and runs to Mommy's bathroom.  "I'm just running a little water to give Chase her bath."

"Fine, but hurry up.  The shower gave me a chill just now," Mommy calls out from behind the steam.

Daddy carries me back for the bath as I begin to ponder.

Let me see if I have this right... 

Turning the hot on here, takes away the hot from Mommy's shower?  Does this mean I can still have some diabolical fun?

Daddy sets me next to the sink.  He starts the water.  I casually smile and he turns around.

So, I turn the hot on full blast.

"AHH!"

I turn it back down just before Daddy twists around.  He scrunches his brows, "Hmm, I don't understand why Mommy is screaming.  I've only barely got the hot running."

He turns around again and I zing into action.  Up to full blast goes the hot water again!  

 "AHHHHHH!"  Mommy shrieks.

We both freeze as we hear the shower upstairs turn off.  Mommy's feet stomp along the upstairs hall and down the stairs.

"What is going on!"

Daddy points to the sink, where the hot is only barely a trickle.  "I don't know."

But Mommy has a clue.  She glares at me, her face a bright red hue.  "I'm watching you, Little One," Mommy warns and marches back upstairs.

Hmm, I wonder what will happen if I turn the cold on full?

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

 

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