April 2, 2008

  • Splish Splash

    I wasn't the one scheduled to take a bath.  It was Sophia who was supposed to bathe as soon as we got home from dinner at Cardinals. 

    Awhile back, a friend of mine lamented on the costs of going out to eat dinner.  He commented on having to pay between a 25-30% gratuity.  So my natural response was "your cost for dinner is costly because you're overpaying the tip."  His response: "Jarrett, I have a 2 year old."  Until today, I didn't know what his comment meant until we ate at Cardinals tonite.  Today, I learned that 2 year olds detest sitting in a high chair.  I also learned that I could save on average of $300 per 8-10 weeks session on voice building if could just follow the advice on a 2 year old on letting loose on voice.  I learned that strapping a 2 year old to the high chair without their permission will trigger a tour de force onset of their vocal range.  Then, I learned that an average 2 year old will find a way to make a bigger mess than the initial food they were given.  (Is this some sort of an instinctual magic tricks done by little children?  How do that do it???)  The price I had to pay for all these lessons learned today: 25% of the total bill including the local sales tax. 

    By the time we returned home, Sophia was wearing more of the food from Cardinals that she actually ate.  Therefore, it was bath time for her.  I didn't know that the water was required of a certain temperature before they were allowed in, and the whale thermometer was cute.  The rubber duckys were also cute as well as the Mickey Mouse sailboat.  Oh yeah, trying to keep the lather out of Sophia's eyes was the cutest attempt I ever gave in barking instruction: "okiieee, close eye eyes now." 

    She didn't close them, so she started to panic a little.  During her little crisis, she made an inadvertent discovery.  After clearing out the lather in her eyes, she realized that the moment she hit the surface of the water, the water traveled everywhere.  And when she realized that I responded to that with ducking, she couldn't resist doing it over and over and over and over...

    She discovered how to splash the water.

    Finally when I returned her to Mommy after drying her, I was asked if I wanted to shower afterwards.  My reply was "no thanks, not only did I just have one, but I did laundry too!"