July 9, 2008

The Bath

During the drive from Grandma and Grandpa's house in Iowa to Nebraska, Asher basically screamed the whole way. To pacify him I fed him french fries and raisens like a madman. That night, back at the hotel the boys were filthy little rugrats. Their bath-water was almost instantly dirty but what happened next basically rendered that bath useless. Asher pooped in the bathtub. And I mean he pooped like he hadn't gone in a week. Turns out maybe I fed him a little to fast, there were whole french fries and raisens floating in the water. And no, Mother, the Raisin Recycling Program did not bridge the generational gap. When Aidan realized what Asher had done he flew out of there like he was on. fire! He was totally grossed out and scolded Asher like crazy. This from the boy who eats strawberries with ketchup and checks that his bottom is clean by sticking his finger back there.

(I only left him in there long enough to grab the camera so relax!)


Anonymous said...

Yuck yuck yuck!!!!

Maybe it would have been better if Matt never found your photos.

Anonymous said...

My cousin Rob did that in the tub when we were taking a bath together back in the 60s. It made quite an impression on me.