Nap Time

Today when it was time for Judah's nap, I read him some books, sang "Jesus Loves Me" (his request at every bedtime), and kissed him good night.

Fast forward about 20 minutes into this "nap"...

I am sitting on the couch, enjoying some icebox cheesecake, thank you very much, when I hear noises coming from the other side of the door. 

Crap. 

I open the door to the sound of running water. 

He's in the bathroom. CrapCrapCrap.

I found my darling child standing at the sink, washing shaving cream off of his arms and face. The toilet was filled with it, and the can itself was floating in the yucky, foamy water. Barf.

I took a deep breath, and bit my tongue.  

Sometimes it's better to say nothing at all, than to completely lose your shit mind on your 2-year-old. 

After washing up and drying off, Judah pointed to the toilet and in a solemn manner stated:

"I do that."

Indeed you did, my boy. Indeed, you did.

Epilogue: Judah is now sleeping soundly (and all the people said Amen). I have a very serious conversation planned for this afternoon. Something along the lines of, 

"Never ever touch Daddy's shaving cream ever again, OR ELSE."