Speaking the Truth

It's the second Thursday of the month so I had my late international managers meeting, from 18:30 to 19:30. Tonight it went late, though. I didn't get done until about 20:00. The discussion got spicy with everyone venting about the quality of our company's new products. Eri was off from school today so she picked up the boys from kindergarten and took them shopping and most importantly there was no nap time.

So my late finish meant that Eri went ahead and did bath time, which was a bummer for me. I love bath time with the boys. We always have so much fun. My system for getting us all scrubbed and bathed is totally refined...

After letting Kenzo and Osamu run around the house in their underwear while I vacuum downstairs, we hop into the bath/shower room. I've been training them to get better at doing more and more things on their own, so I give them their face wash cloths and they wash their faces and ears and pretty much every night I have to remind them to wash behind their ears as well. Then they get a splash of hot water from the tub, followed by soapy body scrubbing by themselves with papa doing touch-ups in hard to reach areas, then a quick shampoo and a final rinse with the shower head. And into the bathtub.

I can't imagine Eri doing it better than me.

When I asked Kenzo (stupidly) who does a better bath time he immediately responded, "Mama."

When I asked why he said, "Because she's mama."

Gotta give him credit for speaking the truth. I need more details though. Papa's bathtime is solid.

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