There and Back Again

Once upon a time, Sammy and I were in love. Then he pooped in the bathtub. It disintegrated among the bath toys like flotsam and jetsam. It was so awful. How I wished that Uncle Shawn or Aunt Shari were there to clean it up, since I know they wouldn't have flinched one bit. :-b

Additionally, Sam chose this moment to develop a major entitlement attitude. He wanted to carry his waterwheel with him out of the tub. He refused to be patted down with the towel. He would not allow a diaper to be put on unless he was standing on the changing table manually forcing my eyelids open and shut. I’m just telling you, he was cruising on my last nerve. And when he was more or less cleaned up, I still had everything else to clean up.

Much later, as I was considering rewarding myself with some chocolate ice cream, I found Sam climbing the dog. It was pretty funny. The dog was minding her own business chewing rawhide. Danny was watching the Masters Golf Tournament in the next room, and whenever a smattering of applause occurred, Sam clapped vigorously from his doggy seat.

He grinned at me grinning at him.

We fell in love again.

The End