How Much Fun Can You Have for $3.69 ?
The CP paid a visit the other day, along with his Mom, and Sparkle. He came in and promptly announced that he was going to take a bath. It was 3 in the afternoon. I suggested we play in his room and he agreed so I thought the bath was forgotten. We got upstairs and he started shedding his clothes. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I told you" he said "I'm going to take a bath"
For the CP, bath time at our house, is an event. We generally have advance knowledge that he will be staying overnight and I have time to stock up on bubbles and bath activities. We have fun and he is in a confined area for a significant stretch of time during which I am only required to sit and keep him company.
As I drew him this spontaneous tub full of water he poked around under the sink, where we keep all of his bath paraphernalia. I warned him that I wasn't sure if I had stocked up since his last stint in our tub.
"Mom Mom" he said, in a voice that implied that he, being 5 now, knew when I was trying to put one over on him. And he held up a a pack of bathroom cups. The store brand, plain white, plastic, 3 ounces each.
One and a half hours of fun, for the low low price of $3.69. Those cups were stacked unstacked and re- stacked. At one point they became a wiggly snake. They were the stuff that songs were sung about. Loudly, and sometimes with rhyming. There was a rousing game of Dodge Cup where we finger flicked them at each other off the rim of the tub.
And for the grand finale:
Except for vacations it unusual for me to be off from work on a Saturday. That's just how it is in retail. Thanks to Snowmageddon and a rescheduled baby shower I was off two in a row. Besides indulging in actual weekends, I was able to partake of another guilty pleasure. I watched me some Saturday morning cartoons.
Granted these are not the cartoons of my youth. There is a definite lack of anthropomorphisized animated animals bopping each other on the head with frying pans. And we are the sorrier for it if you ask me. Today's cartoon offerings seem determined to teach a lesson. I have an affinity for The Emperor's New School where the self-absorbed Kuzco and his not too sharp friend Kronk try to find the easy way out of a situation, and end up learning something the hard way.
You can learn a lot from cartoons. The other day the CP was showing me his latest acquisition, a miner type headlamp. I said we could use that for spelunking, fully expecting that to be a new word for him. it wasn't. He already knew that spelunking meant exploring a cave. He had learned about it on Toot & Puddle.
Yesterday, as we played a shower game where you name the baby version of an animal, Sarcas-sis and I briefly considered calling the CP for some of the answers. Scoff if you will, but only if you know what you call a baby antelope.
Thanks to an event cancellation due to 28 inches of inclement weather, I had a bona fide snow day today. Normally I would be at work on a Saturday, storm of the decade not withstanding. You know how it goes, neither rain nor snow will keep us. Yep, even on a day that the US Postal Service suspended their operations, the supermarket was open.
It was nice to have a day with out a schedule and nowhere to be. Freedom to do whatever, whenever. A rare occurrence indeed.
A few days ago I received two emails. Each from a different web related vendor, and both announcing pending upheaval for Wednesdays Off and Sarcasmo's Corner. Need I tell you that panic ensued ? If you've been reading along you know that Sarcasmo was the brains of the operation. She was tech support. And she made it look easy.
I was relaying my dismay to Sarcas-sis who said we ought to take a class in this blog stuff. That is on my list as soon as I have the time. As are piano lessons. Every time I dust the 88 keys in the dining room I think it should be used for more than displaying photos. I am pretty sure I got the music in me, I just can't get it out. And ballroom lessons so I can dance myself skinny like the celebrities on Dancing With the Stars. I think I got the rhythm as well. All of this while Sarcasdad and I are travelling the world.
If I should ever win big in the lottery, life will be one big snow day. Only I would get to leave the house.