Santa lives in my bathtub

A certain little three year old comes running out of , Sthe bathtub covered in bubble-bath bubbles soaking wet, and shivering.  “Look, Sammie, I’m Holly!”  She says cheerfully as she comes over to me soaking wet, and dripping bubbles everywhere last night when I’m typing a post.  The bubbles and water have now left a trail of the smallest running baby footprints, and soaking wet baby marks (that’s what she calls it when she gets out of the bath and rips water everywhere), between the computer and the bathroom (a total of like ten feet), all leading to a soaking wet naked bubbly baby girl, dressed in bubble cuffs around her wrists, and a big bubble beard and mustache, with a bubble scarf too.  My sister calls the Holiday Barbie doll that she took from my Mom,Holly, and likes to “dress up” like her too.  It’s the sweetest thing, but she makes a mess everywhere, and eventually gets me soaking wet with a big hug around the leg, and if I’m sitting down, she climbs right up on my lap and gives me a hug and a kiss.  So anyway last night when she did this, I decoded to coax her to go back into the bath, and I voluntarily got covered in bubbles as I grabbed up a handful of bubble-bath bubble and made a holiday Santa hat out of it, which in turn caused her to look at herself in her little mirror on the bathtub wall, and say once again that she wasn’t herself but this time she said, “Sammie, look, I’m Snata Claus.”  (By the way, not a spelling mistake, just the way she pronounces Santa.)  So two nights ago I found Santa Claus in the bathtub. 

~ by aw3sumpunk on Tuesday, May 13, 2008.