"more fountain?"

I bathe the kids together. As previously mentioned on this blog, I work from home in the evenings, so anything I can do to save myself time is a must. Hence, The Babe and The Boy share a bath each night at 6:00. It's usually pretty uneventful, we're done by 6:30, and I can hunker down and get some work done before the bedtime routine starts at 7:15.

Not so uneventful last night.

It was near the end of the bath. The tub was draining, and The Babe was already out and wrapped in her towel. The Boy was sitting on his bottom "yoga style" in about 6 or 7 inches of water. I'll be blunt here... he was holding his penis (which he affectionately refers to as 'bobby'), and pointing it into the air. Well, he begins to tinkle, and it makes a big arc, curving really high into the air before it lands into the remaining bath water.

The Boy is laughing hysterically at this. The Babe is initially apalled, but sees the humor. As The Boy is laughing, he's saying "Fountain, Mommy! Look! Fountain!". And, really, it's one of the funniest moments we've had in a while. Now, as with all good things, it must come to an end; and eventually the tinkle stops.

The Boy was devastated. He looks at me with big tears in his eyes, the saddest face I've seen in a while "More fountain, Mommy? More fountain?". Oh, I laughed and cried for him at the same time.

I can't really help 'ya, buddy. Here, drink some water, LOL.