Code Brown

I was giving Noah a bath last night and everything was going completely normal. We had finished washing off and singing, Noah had gotten bored with his toys and moved onto just plain ole splashing. I was sitting beside the tub and was getting his towel down and arranged for the transfer from the tub to lap when I noticed the splashing had stopped and little buddy was very still. I thought, “Surely not!” He went back to splashing very quickly (I’m talking he stopped for maybe 3 seconds). Then it happened again, this time with a couple of grunts. It was then that I realized what was truly going on. NTB just looked up and smiled at me while I was saying, “No, No, NO!” I lifted him up and sure enough, we had a code brown on our hands. I yelled for Ben to come here and explained to him the situation. I sent him for a wipe while I got the culprit out of the tub. Ben brought the wipe and walked out of the bathroom very nonchalantly. Sneaky guy. Luckily, he married a sharp girl, so I asked him where he thought he was going leaving me to take care of the little stinker AND his mess? Think again, buddy. Since I was already in the process of getting Noah ready for bed, he had the pleasure of cleaning out the tub, which was quite entertaining with a lot of talk about “strategy.” When I also told him that he’ll need to actually clean the tub, not just rinse the offending “stuff” out, what does my smart, engineer-also-getting-his-MBA husband do? He grabbed the Head & Shoulders shampoo sitting there. It was like he had never cleaned anything in his life. The Scrubbing Bubbles might be a better choice, babe.

I just love these two boys.