Isabella (she’s five) is taking a shower.
Iz: Daddy, Daddy! I have to go potty!
Me: Aw, man! You didn’t think of that before? You’re in the shower!
Iz: I didn’t know.
I quickly dry her off, she does her thing on the toilet, then back to the shower, shampoo dripping.
A few minutes later…
Iz: Daddy, I’m all rinsed. Ready to get out.
She dries off, puts on a robe, settles down to sleep.
“You are my sunshine…”
Daddy finally relaxes. He skips to the “loo.” Has a seat.
Good God! I’m slipping around like crazy. Do I have that much ass sweat? Am I bleeding? Am I dying?
Then I remember… Isabella.
Flush. I towel off. Don’t worry, everything heads to the laundry. With bleach.
It’s all good.