Toothpast on my shower door

My Beloved and I are in a stretch of four days of watching our grandson, Ragin' Cage. Now, as we are not used to continual twenty-four hour parenting at this time in our lives, especially when it comes to a three-year-old who has more energy than an aurora borealis, it can begin to quickly take its toll on one.

You must also remember I have extremely limited experience with children of this age, unlike My Beloved. She is much more able to cope with pouting and tantrums than am I. I am more likely to pick him up and hold him when things aren't working out the way they are supposed to, at least in my mind. How the mind of a 3 year old works is still a mystery to me.

The other morning as I was getting ready for a doctor's appointment and My Beloved was already at work, I had to take a shower. Well, I can't duct tape him to a chair for ten minutes, although the thought crossed my mind. Not three minutes into the shower I have a blue blob of toothpaste smeared across the shower door as he runs back down the hall half naked with his alien-shaped toothbrush. Sigh...

I get out of the shower and towel off only to find him standing in the sink in the other bathroom brushing his teeth and his hair at the same time. He turns around as he sees me in the mirror and gives me a huge blue toothy smile. How can you not fall in love with that.

Still again, duct tape may just be my best baby-sitting tool. I'm just not as fast as I used to be..