It doesn’t matter how much they’ve annoyed each other during the day.
Who hit who.
Who took the other’s toy.
Who got more milk in their glass.
It just doesn’t matter once they get here.
The bathtub is like Switzerland.
It’s the neutral zone.
The land of happiness and sunshine.
Five minutes earlier, they can have been fighting like you wouldn’t believe, but once their toes hit that warm water and the bubbles start bubbling, all is well.
I have to admit, sometimes, if they are both tired and grumpy and just can’t get along…
They might be in the tub by 3 pm.
And, there’s always a peaceful aftermath of a bath, as well.
Lasts for a few hours.
Like the goodness of Avon bubble bath has seeped into their skin and soothed their aching little psyches.
If only for awhile.
Imagine if we could get Obama and Bin Laden in a tub together.
What a world, what a world.
