My grandson is 9 months old. A couple of weeks ago his mother and father went to the farm to camp out for the evening. They played, had a lot of fun, and arrived home the next morning pretty dirty. It was bath time for the children. Mother bathed them with bubbles and toys. Mom filled the tub to the top and they felt like they were in a miniature swimming pool. What fun? The fun became pretty crazy as they splashed and pretended to be somewhere else besides in their tub at home. It was finally time to get out. I can imagine it all. "No, Mom. We don't want to get out. We are little mermaids." Unfortunately the fun soon ended. They dressed and watched a Disney show. Mom went into her room to cut Dad's hair. Tyler couldn't take the Disney stuff anymore and the undrained tub looked more inviting. Little Tyler went head first into the tub when his little sister discovered him. She yelled, "Mom, Tyler is in the tub." Mom ran in panicked. Little Tyler was sitting up in the tub completely soaked. Mom was relieved. She got him out quickly. If I know my daughter, she probably cried a little realizing there were angels watching over her little boy. Tyler threw up some water but all in all came through with a big smile. Thank-you for the angels in our lives.
Mom
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