Last night she and Brent were playing a game to see how long she could hold her breath under the water (something she does need to work on at this point).
She would take a big breath, put her face in, and hold it as long as she could while Brent counted. So far she is up to about 6 or 7 seconds before she gets nervous and lifts her head up.
Then she decided she wanted Brent to take a turn. Being the great Daddy that he is, he agreed and leaned over the tub, putting his face in the water.
(This is where being a Dad comes in handy...seeing that he doesn't really have much eye makeup to be ruined in the water, he's much better at his bathtub game than I am).
The game went on and they took turns going back and forth.
During one of her turns, according to Brent, appeared the sudden presence of more bubbles in the water than in a bottle of champagne.
And I think all of you mommies know where those bubbles came from.
She politely said, "Oh, excuse me!" and in the same breath offered up the invitation, "Ok, Daddy! It's your turn again!"
I know y'all won't believe this when I say it, but Brent actually turned down her request and quickly let her know that the game was over.
Goofy girl.
2 comments:
haha, silly girl! She'll love that story when she's 16!
so funny! Cute Brent, what a good Daddy!
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