Rubber Duckie, you're the one...

This morning was different. This morning was hysterical. Remembering this morning makes me smile.

You may ask why…or you may not. Regardless, I am going to tell you.

This morning, as I was rushing to get myself and Little Man ready to head out the door, I went to say goodbye to my hubby. He was still in the shower. When I walked in to the bathroom, I heard splashing, A LOT of splashing. So I did what any normal wife would do, I peeked in the shower to see what my husband could be doing to create that much splashing in a shower – with no tub….

To ensure your imagination does not get carried away I will just tell you what I saw. My 30 year old husband was collecting water from the shower in one hand and throwing it on the wall, while quickly hanging a wash cloth on the wet wall with the other hand. Like a window cling. Apparently, this was a skill that he had perfected as a kid. And now, my 30 year old, technologically minded husband was recreating his washcloth artwork on my shower wall.



All I could do was laugh.

A few weeks ago, he dragged out a box of home videos. Unbeknownst to the little 10 year old version of Techy, his mother had captured a moment after one of his showers when the entire shower wall was covered with at least 10 different wash cloths. Apparently, that was all the inspiration necessary to awaken the artistic urge to recreate his masterpieces.

Ah, Boys….