I was downstairs sitting on the couch watching the news as my wife was upstairs giving MEB and MTB a bath. I was enjoying this brief moment of solitude when I heard MEB scream, "Mommy, MTB pooped in the bath!" My wife quickly removed the kids from the tub, leaving their bath toys stranded. She called down to me with a chuckle, "It's happened again."
MEB was upset at the realization that she was in the bath when the unwelcome visitor from the bowels of her brother arrived. My wife assured her everything was fine and that Daddy had dealt with something like this before (I've been dealing with #$%&* my whole life).
I quickly arrived in the bathroom and noticed the dark brown invader. The most noticeable item left in the tub was a plastic figurine of Dora The Explorer unknowly floating toward the invader. I worried she had mistaken it for Boots and would soon embrace what she thought was her bi-lingual primate friend.
"Vamanos! Vamanos!" I yelled, but Dora kept floating towards it with a smile on her face. If I ever wished for Swiper The Fox it was now. Of course, if Swiper happened to swip this I speculated he would frustratinly yell "Oh Man!" for different reasons than usual. Fortunately, I was able to capture the invader (I won't go into detail on how) and rescued Dora and the other toys, quickly quarentining them in a small bucket filled with clean water and disinfectant.
I'm the first to admit that I struggle with domestic choirs, but when I finished cleaning that bath tub you could've eaten off it.
Later that night I laid awake in bed. I couldn't help but think about Dora. That innocent smile on her face and the trauma she would have suffered if she, in fact, had reached the dark invader. Trauma such as that would surely lead her down the same destructive path as so many other child stars, eventually resulting in numerous stays in rehab centers and a couple stints in jail. I felt proud that I was able to save her from such a fate and pray that as she enters her teenage years there will be others to save her from the dark invader.
MEB was upset at the realization that she was in the bath when the unwelcome visitor from the bowels of her brother arrived. My wife assured her everything was fine and that Daddy had dealt with something like this before (I've been dealing with #$%&* my whole life).
I quickly arrived in the bathroom and noticed the dark brown invader. The most noticeable item left in the tub was a plastic figurine of Dora The Explorer unknowly floating toward the invader. I worried she had mistaken it for Boots and would soon embrace what she thought was her bi-lingual primate friend.
"Vamanos! Vamanos!" I yelled, but Dora kept floating towards it with a smile on her face. If I ever wished for Swiper The Fox it was now. Of course, if Swiper happened to swip this I speculated he would frustratinly yell "Oh Man!" for different reasons than usual. Fortunately, I was able to capture the invader (I won't go into detail on how) and rescued Dora and the other toys, quickly quarentining them in a small bucket filled with clean water and disinfectant.
I'm the first to admit that I struggle with domestic choirs, but when I finished cleaning that bath tub you could've eaten off it.
Later that night I laid awake in bed. I couldn't help but think about Dora. That innocent smile on her face and the trauma she would have suffered if she, in fact, had reached the dark invader. Trauma such as that would surely lead her down the same destructive path as so many other child stars, eventually resulting in numerous stays in rehab centers and a couple stints in jail. I felt proud that I was able to save her from such a fate and pray that as she enters her teenage years there will be others to save her from the dark invader.
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