Sooo...stepped into the warm steamy shower to discover that the girls had apparently enjoyed a bubble bath tonight. I know this because as I stepped onto the unusually slippery surface my foot flew past my face at approximately the speed of light. I also know it was a bubble bath because her favorite killer whale was still in the bathroom floor. Shamu planted his dorsal fin directly between my shoulder blades in an expert shot that even Robin Hood would envy. Shamu is not a foam or plush toy. It is made of the same material used in bullet proof vests. It did not bend, bow, break or crack. Somehow in all this my foot managed to return to the tub where it attempted to make a circle loop around the faucet. Luckily my shin was able to stop it. Now I have a dorsal fin shaped bruise on my spine and an Easter egg on my shin. Johnson and Johnson bubble bath is not tearless.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 01:33:26 +0000