I wrap you in a towel - wiggle worm - and we wave to ourselves in the mirror before I carry you to your room
Bye boy. Bye mama. I shut off da light. Adam do it.
As you lay on the floor I cover your face with the towel.... "Where's Adam? Did he go to Starbucks?"
Wanna a 'chino Mama? Be care-shull, it's hot!
You get the lotion and your "trap-stick" out of the basket.
Shake da lotion mama. And don't turn da trap-stick up wiff the lid on it.
I remind you Chapstick is not to be shared. And neither is your toothbrush.
And I don't take it to school or da kids will mess wiff it. Put it back in da basket, right Mama?
I wrestle to get your diaper on, and then your footie pajamas. You've almost outgrown them.
Seems like just yesterday they were too big.
Seems like just yesterday you were so little.
We play. We sing songs.
Ba! Ba! Black sheep! Had you wany wool?
You climb on me and want to wrestle and I have to remind you to not be so rough.
No hitting, no biting and no kickin', right Mama?
This is a most precious time of day for me. Thirty minutes I'd like to scoop up and put in a jar like a firefly on a summer's night.
Me and my boy. My son.
Clean and soft.
Little life lessons - and pure joy - wrapped up in a bath towel.