As most of my incredibly large following knows, being interrupted in the shower is not only one of my least favorite things, it has also proven to be quite traumatic. If you are curious you can go looking through older posts about a year ago. I am feeling too lazy to find it for you and give you a hyperlink. Hey, at least I am honest! While nothing has proven to be quite so traumatic as that event, it is quite often that I am trying to comfort and console while in the shower. Not generally easy or fun, and definitely not something I'd recommend. So ...
The other day jacob comes bursting in the bathroom, yes I am in the shower, "Mom! Mom! I found something really great! Can I have a cup or something?" My first thought and question, "Jake are your shoes on? Do you have muddy feet?" (They were outside) Nice, I know. His response, "No. I mean yes they are muddy, but no they are not on my feet." Give that boy a gold star right smack in the middle of his forehead!!
Imagine my delight when I step out of the shower moments later greeted by this beautiful sight.
He called it my happiness bouquet (did I just admit it had not been the best of mornings?) A big smile took up residence on my face and his title became my day. Thanks so much my Jakey Boo! You can interrupt my showers anytime :)
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