When we bought our fixer-upper house many years ago, we remodeled the bathrooms. Seth's cousin is a plumber and he happened upon a brand new Jacuzzi bathtub. The tub had been ordered for a customer, was the wrong size and was subsequently rejected. But it was just right for our space and we got quite a deal.
I love that Jacuzzi. It is perfect for tired, achy muscles. It is relaxing. Even the sound of the jet motors create a hypnotic white noise that can put you to sleep in 60 seconds.
Three facts you need to know for this story. 1. I spend a little time in the Jacuzzi practically every evening. 2. My grandson Cayden lives with us and he also loves the Jacuzzi. 3. The bathroom door does not lock.
I guess you know where this is going.
So one evening I was having my special Jacuzzi time in my 18-year-old bathtub. It is a big deep tub and it's easy to submerge practically every limb or appendage.
The door flew open and my grandson marched into the bathroom.
"Hi, Mamaw!" he said enthusiastically.
I turned my head to look at him, my head being the only exposed flesh in the cauldron of bubbling soapy brew. I wondered if I should scream or act ridiculous, but then decided against it since sometimes when you make a big deal it actually creates an unnecessary bigger deal. Plus I was really relaxed and not inclined to spoil my bath with drama.
So I answered him calmly. "Hey," I said.
"You takin' a Cuzzi?" he asked.
"Yep," I said.
"Can I take a baf when you get done?"
"Yep," I said.
He looked longingly into the boiling tub. The sound of the water had its usual effect on him.
"Mamaw, I have to use the potty."