Boys and their Dad's toys

Ari's nighttime routine:  Bath.  Book.  Bottle.  Bed.  

So, every evening, I draw a bath and get in the tub with Ari.  The little guy loves the bath!  He splashes and kicks and plays with little plastic squirt toys.  Bath time = fun time. 

But last night, Matt said he wanted to give Ari a bath, so I took the night off and let Matt get in the warm water with Ari.  As I was getting Ari's room ready for bed, I could hear father and son having a good ole time in the tub.  They were singing and splashing and laughing and playing.  It made me grin from ear-to-ear.

But then, I heard words shouted that I have never heard before.  In fact, I didn't even know these words could go together in a sentence.  I must have been hearing things!  It just wasn't possible.

But then, I heard it again!  And it was Matt. 

He exclaimed for the third time, "Please don't touch my penis!" 

And then, "Ow that hurts!"

And, "My penis is not a toy!"

I thought about turning on an audio recorder to document this once-in-a-lifetime event.  But curiosity got the best of me.  I rushed into the bathroom, found a  red-in-the-face Matt, and a 10 1/2 month old manhandling my husband.  Ari was yanking, and poking, and pushing Matt's member.  Matt kept moving Ari's hand, but little baby arm kept going back for more baby maker. 

I think there was probably an educational lesson in this peter poking, but when Ari tried to put the new bath toy in his mouth, Matt was officially dong done with the bath.

Tonight, I'll be back in the tub.