Bath Time Swimming

Blogawkers:

Over the last few months L Rizzy has really taken to his baths.  At first his mom was all, "Don't let him play cause he will drown."

Then I was all, "Untrue statement."

Then she came back all, "You are a moron and obviously don't love your son."

When I heard this I was all, "Uh uh.  I do love him.  I just want him to have fun."

Then she was all, "Are you gonna pick that piece of lettuce out of your teeth."

To this I said, "Nope- saying that piece for later.  It's got a bit of Niyant's Sweet Italian salad dressing on it."

Then she goes all, "Maybe after L Rizzy is done you could step up and have your shower of the month.  The local dogs are starting to pick up your scent."

I was all, "First of all that smell is my natural musk.  Second of all, I'll have you know I showered this morning."

Undeterred, she was all, "Coulda fooled me.  You smell like a mixture of burnt hair and used baby diaper filled with Chinese food."

To which I was all, "Perhaps you should do us all a favor and wash off your upper lip because without a doubt the source of those smells reside there."

So then she was all, "I think L Rizzy is done with his bath."

And I was all, "Yep."

Quotitilating:

"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake."

- Frederick Douglass