I cleared the cake crumbs and smeared icing away from the table while Kaelyn took her bath in my bathroom. She came into the kitchen wrapped in a towel thrice the size of her now four-year old frame saying, "Mommy! Please don't throw away my fishie bag!"
"What fishie bag?" I questioned.
"The one in the tub! I went fishing for bubblefish and put my fishies in bag! It's like a balloon except with water in it!"
"Oh!" I exclaimed, catching on to her imaginative play. "Did you catch a BIG bubblefish?"
"Yup, and it told me 'Happy birthday,' so now I'm going to keep it so don't throw it away."
"Okay, Pixie. Now let's go get your pj's on and pick out a book to read for bedtime."
With the birthday girl tucked into bed, I went to sop up the nightly bathtime flood. What I found in my tub was this:
Note to self: must find better hiding place for the condoms.
Happy 4th birthday, Baby 4.
May you always keep me on toes (but please stop finding and playing with our condoms).
Go and see who else is standing at the front of the class at Mel's Show and Tell.