Tub Soup/Street Compost

Post-burritos, post-homework, on a slowly chilling Monday evening at home, and while I supervised Puck watching some Vat19 videos in the bathroom doorway, I was also watching Yali take a dunk in the bathtub since he had missed his Saturday night clean-up.

Yali dug his face deep into a swath of fine white bubbles and slurped up some tub soup.

“Yali! Stop that!”

You’d think adult-supervised bubble bath for a two year-old would be relatively safe. Assuming the two year-old in question doesn’t enjoy drinking soap water.

“Seriously?”

Yali just smiled at me, flopped onto his back in the relatively shallow bath, and basked in the warm water. Nothing seems to frighten this kid…

Except Fredbird…

After Yali had been toweled down and footy-pajama-ed, Puck begged to be released back into the wild where he’d found substantial entertainment with a snow shovel and two storage Tupperwares.

“I’m cleaning the street of leaves, Mom. I can fit about a zillion leaves in this box.”

He demonstrated the beginning of a compost pile by stomping up and down in the leaf bed inside the box like a wine vat.

Eventually, he paused for a bathroom break. But first, he dropped by Yali’s crib where he was whimpering to be let out. He gently lifted him and held him for a few seconds.

“It’s okay, Yali. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Then he laid him carefully back in the crib. Yali stopped fussing and prepared to settle in for a long autumn nap.

CARDINALS:

St. Louis: off-day.