Bath time tonight was a wild and woolly affair - the kids were half-worn out with sunshine and running outside and sloshing each other was screamingly fun....
Until C got a face-full and bumped his head on the side of the tub.
Usually, Cass can handle the lumps and bumps. He's a Big Boy. But half-worn out and hyped up, he burst into fragile tears and demanded a hug and the duck towel in rapid succession.
I was petting and soothing when he turned his wet head into my shoulder and blew out a shuddery breath right into my skin.
A huge b-r-r-r-r-a-tttt! noise filled the air. Rosey's jaw dropped. Cass went absolutely still.
Then he burst into peals - no, howls - of laughter. And did it again. And again. And again.
By the time I chased them off to bed, he had taught R to zerbert too, and they were both trying it out on their arms, legs, feet, hands.....
and not a mention of his goose egg.
**edited to add: R just padded downstairs, slid onto my lap and zerberted me again. Except she calls it I tooting on you wif' my mouf'! all gleeful grins and belly chuckles.
I go off to work tomorrow and the kids stay with B all day. Think I should warn him?