Any mother out there knows what happens when you try to have a quiet bath. It starts off well. You gather the towels and bubbles, run the water and prepare for just a few minutes of quiet escape.
And then it happens.
The door creaks open and tiny feet pitter patter directly through your peace and solitude. It starts innocently enough. Usually a “mom what would happen if…” Which somehow ends in “would you mind if…” That if typically leads to those tiny feet tossing off his socks and climbing in.
Somehow, there isn’t enough lavender in the bath to make having your leg used as a matchbox car ramp seem peaceful.
On a positive note, the bath did end in a science lesson about density. His heavy metal car sank while his wood car floated. Point for me!