My oldest granddaughter (who was two and a half at the time) was spending the weekend with us. I decided to give her a nice, warm bubble bath before bedtime. She patiently stood next to me, supervising my work, as I filled the tub. I added extra bubble liquid, probably over the top, but I like bubbles. When the bath was ready I said, “Ok, you can get in now”. With both hands resting on the edge of the tub, she peered in and asked, “Where are the bath toys”? Surprised, I stopped in my tracks.  Bath toys had never even crossed my mind. We both stood for a moment looking at the fluffy bubbles, I looked at her, she looked at me, then I said, “Come on, let’s find some”. We hurried to the other room where I had put away all her teething rings and baby toys. Once I had found them, we headed to the kitchen where I picked up a small plastic cup, a funnel and some old measuring cups. With our hands full, we both hurried back to the tub. Satisfied, she tossed in all the ‘bath toys’ we had managed to find. I had picked up a pink rubber duck along the way and I tossed that in as well. She seemed very happy with her makeshift bath toys.  With a small sigh of relief, for a possible disaster avoided, I sat down on the toilet lid and watched her happily play in the mountain of bubbles.


A few weeks later, the bath toys ended up doubling as pool toys. I just changed their name. I wasn’t going to get caught being unprepared twice!


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