The task was easy enough, I needed to have a shower. I don't exactly trust the kids by themselves (who can blame me?) so I decided to put them in their cribs with a stack of books to keep them occupied. I figured this would buy me enough time for a quick shower.
I had just rinsed the conditioner out of my hair when I heard little footsteps come running toward the bathroom. Hmmm....definitely not a good sign. Stellan appeared in the bathroom and then, in a very matter-of-fact manner, he said, "I got out". Well, that was obvious. Darn it, I wasn't done yet. He ran out to check on Jameson who was now screaming because he wanted to get out. Funny how the 2 year old climbed out but the 3 year old stayed put. Whatever. Stellan definitely deserves his nickname of Monkey.
Needless to say, I quickly washed up and then headed out to do damage control. I can't even have 5 minutes peace and quiet just to get clean. Sheesh.
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