Last night was bath night.
A. was playing with an empty bubble bath bottle and putting it under the water, watching the air bubbles come out of it, and then duping out the water from as high up as he could hold it. E. was splashing around. Bath was business as normal.
I was washing E. when A. got really excited and needed me to look at what he was doing. I looked over and he was holding the bottle half submerged under the water, right between his legs. He had discovered that his penis fits very well into the opening of the bottle. Oh Dear.
So, the bottle went under the water and great care was taken to put his penis into the bottle. Over. And Over. And Over. He’d sit there with his little boy part placed in the opening of the bottle as all the air bubbles let themselves out. And he seemed so meticulous about it. After a few minutes, I asked him what he was doing, and he replied:
“Mommy, the bubbles are tickling my penis and making it “happy.”
And that’s when bath time becomes daddy’s job.