Soap opera

It had been a long day. So long that I started the dinner and toy clean-up early in hopes of an early bedtime. The older boys were in one bath and I had just finished giving Rhett his bath when I heard screaming coming from the other tub. I might mention that screaming from the other tub is NOT unusual and I just ignored it because it wasn’t of the blood-curdling variety. A few moments passed and a very wet Ryan ran down the hall… Mommy!   Come quick! Again, the commands were not of the blood-curdling variety so I continued what I was doing. Mommy!   Mommy!   You have to come see what Reid is doing. Uh-oh.   That could be just about anything so I popped out my head and said What? Reid is drinking soap and burping bubbles. Ya, I don’t really want to see that. REALLY mom!   There are bubbles coming out of his mouth. Ya, I don’t really want to see that.   Tell him to stop.   Tell him to get out of the tub.   Tell him YUCK. I finished with Rhett and got him dressed in footy pajamas and then headed down to visit with blog-Stedman in his home office for the few minutes he had before he began his work shift. We were sitting and chatting when we heard a commotion on the stairs followed by Rhett running into the office yelling… I am going to throw up!   I am going to throw up! I scooped him up (facing outward, I am no dummy) and ran him to the bathroom where he proceeded to vomit. What happened in the last 3 minutes that made you throw up? I ate soap. Hmmmm…wonder where he got that idea.