I have a love/hate relationship with the toys the girls take into the bath. I dislike these toys because I frequently find them scattered all over the tub area – along its sides, behind the shower curtain, in with the soap and shampoo – too wet to be put away, and too jumbled to properly dry.
On the other hand, I love how they give me a glimpse into my children’s minds.
For instance, last week, I stumbled onto this tub-side vignette:
Now, what in the world is going on here? Soldiers riding into battle on…rainbow ponies?
How embarrassing for them (the soldiers, I mean).
And how hilarious.
These poor soldiers were purchased at a garage sale several years ago. Since then, they’ve led a pretty tame existence. Most often, they’re pressed into service as dates for Disney princess dolls and the like.
This just might have been one of the most exciting days of their lives.
I only wish I knew the details.
From the dining room table, thinking there will eventually come a time when I mourn the fact that there are no bath toys scattered all over the tub,