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.