Earlier this week, Luke pooped in the bathtub.
Not fun. Thankfully, we’ve only had to deal with feces in the bathtub on a small number occasions (although we would have preferred zero). Click here to read about one of those previous experiences (how’s that for a teaser?) in ‘Hope’s Not the Only Thing that Floats.’
Luke apparently took note of how quickly Karen got him out of the bathtub and has tried to use the threat of pooh to his advantage during subsequent baths (not the first time that Luke has played the role of The Boy Who Cried Pooh).
If he’s not in the mood for a bath or has simply decided that bath time is over, he’ll ominously declare, “Mom, I’m poohing…”
Needless to say, Karen quickly caught on to his shenanigans.
During tonight’s bath, he attempted this ruse no less than six times by utilizing several different variations of his declaration of pooh (in words, tone, and inflection):
“Mom, I’m poohing…”
“Mom, pooh’s coming out…”
“I’m poohing, Mommy…”
Fed up, Karen responded with this classic: “Luke, I can see your bum and there’s nothing coming out of it. You’re staying in the tub.”
I hope you enjoyed today’s serving of ‘mac & cheese.’
