I thought it was a fluke when it happened the other night, but after tonight's bath, I can draw no other conclusion. Samson has figured out that the drain plug, when removed, makes a cool sound. I think he'd also like to eat it, but I've been able to thwart his attempts so far [is there anything this child won't put in his mouth?].
Bathtime has morphed from a cute nightly ritual of laughter and splashing to something more like the trash compactor scene in Star Wars. Lots of futile attempts at climbing the walls mixed with a fair amount of yelling and despair. Friends who have kids who are a little older say this is a phase and that bathtime will soon be fun again.
Maybe so, but I still wish we had a droid to help us out of our nightly jam.
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Are droids waterproof? If not, they could rust.
Patience, Young Jedi.
Maybe you guys need to build a plank so Sam can pull-off the Luke backflip/handspring combo.
Or maybe I just need to get a life.
I would drop kick Yoda if he ever came near me.
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