Steven!” I yelled from my uncomfortable spot in front of the computer.
“Yes?” He answered.
“When are you leaving?”
“I have to take Grayson to school then I’ll be back.”
“Can I PLEASE have a shower?”
So Grayson gets to school and Steven says, “Rene! Get a shower since you’re complaining!” So I gather my things and gleefully head to the bathroom sans Joshua for a hot shower. I wash my hair, condition my hair, wash my face, body and nether regions. I hear Joshua outside the door.
“Mommy!”
“Yes?”
“Mommy! You in showr?” <---- remember Joshua's pronunciation of words ending in -er or -or.
"Yes Joshua, I'm taking a shower." He leaves, all is quiet and I continue to take my shower.
"Mommy!" Oh my Lord! That sure sounded close. I turn around to see my little brown eyed two year old holding a spoon in his hand, grinning at me. He had once again picked the lock. <---- This is scary.
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