wanted: industrial-strength earplugs

I've talked about this before..

Rosey's hair looked like a rats nest. A rats nest in a high wind. And there was something stuck and dried above her right ear.

Even though it was the middle of the day, faced with combing that mess out, I opted for the easy way out and bundled her up to the tub to wash her hair.

(Funny, the rolling around and gnashing of teeth brought on by the obviously insane suggestion stopped when I mentioned the new shampoo and lavender bubble bath I'd brought home.)

She was sweetly making bubble beards and talking to her bath toy Duck (it's a bluebird,actually, and he'll probably get a post of his own one of these days) when Bear turned on the tv and a few notes of a familiar theme song began...

R's eyes lit up and she began warbling 'Bad boys, bad boys' even before the singing started, all head-tossingly proud that she not only knew this song, but that she knew the words.


Whimper. It's all of them now.