Bath-time is a much anticipated nightly ritual at the Morgan house.
For at least 20 minutes a day, the kiddos play together... happily... in one place.
During which, Brandon and I lay around like sloths, reading or getting in some computer time-it's pretty fabulous.
But tonight...bath-time was an epic, epic fail.
Not even ten minutes into the bath, Brandon and I hear an intense scream.
Noah.
Brandon heads upstairs to see whats going on.
Shortly following I hear 3 things: The shower turning on, a huge thud and a second scream coming from Graysen.
I run upstairs for the assist to find Brandon in the shower, fully dressed, holding Noah upside down under the spray of water.
Graysen, is clutching her eyes like someone just poured hot acid into them-screaming all the while.
I won't go into how the situation was resolved, but I will say that Graysen received a "talkin to" about washing her little brother's hair.
After the "talk", Brandon told her to give Noah a kiss and apologize-which she did gracefully.
She then said, "Look, Mommy. Wuh Wuh is happy!"
"Yes, Graysen." I replied. "Noah is usually pretty happy until someone puts soap in his eyes."
She looked up at me with a huge grin and said, "Hey, I'm someone!"
Well done, Graysen... A+
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