"OK." I said.
He was just working on getting his britches organized again when his daddy yelled from somewhere beyond the bathroom door.
"CAYDEN! Where are you?"
Cayden heaved an enormous, exasperated sigh and short stepped to the bathroom door. He flung it open, exposing his Mamaw and himself to my son on the other side. I decided, a second time, not to scream or act ridiculous. After all, his daddy is the fruitage of my loins, so technically we are not complete strangers.
"I'm in here! With Mamaw!"
"LEAVE MAMAW ALONE," his daddy yelled.
"Grrrrrrrrr!" Cayden has recently taken up growling when he is frustrated. He yanked his britches into place and turned back to me.
"Mamaw, I be wight back," he assured me.
"Really?" I said.
Two minutes passed and the bathroom door flew open again. I casually turned my head to look at Cayden.
"Mamaw, I bwought you something." He had something in his hand.
"I got the owange goggles. So just in case you wanna go unda the wata."
"Well, that is very nice," I said. "Those will certainly keep the water out of my eyes. Plus I like orange."
"CAYDEN!" his daddy yelled again.
Cayden tossed the goggles in my direction and disappeared again from the steamy bathroom.
I spent the last few minutes of my Jacuzzi time pondering the topics of privacy, boundaries, and family. I thought about modesty and respect and healthy body image.
But mostly I just thought about the innocence of childhood.
Theresa Timmons’ column appears every first and third Sunday. She is an Elwood resident and can be reached at paperflinger.com.