I mentioned recently that bathtime at our house comes with its own set of challenges, something that I really should take the chance to remind myself of as often as possible. In the comments section of that entry, my friend Will came up with a solution that I've been using with some success on nights when Courtney is gone at work.
Tonight, well... Tonight I decided to mix it up a little bit and see if Blake could be trusted both to get himself clean and not to soak the entire bathroom in the process. That part of the gamble paid off. I bathed the little two first, dried them, got Jack into jammies, and was helping Ava into hers when...
Blake's voice: "Daddy!"
I don't know who's the slower learner, me or him, because five minutes after that, when I was combing Ava's hair, and Blake had finished in the tub and drained it, I heard another sound. This time, since the water was gone, it was more of a THUNK than a SPLASH. Yep, headfirst into the empty tub. Clearly, he's going to be the thinker of my brood.