The other night, I started running the bath. Thought I’d get a jump on bathtime. Then I came downstairs to collect my charges.
“But dad, what about treats. We didn’t have our treat yet,” Ella protested.
“OK, have a quick treat,” I caved. Then, get the treat. Eat the treat. Get distracted.
Well, when I remembered the bath, I ran up those stairs faster than a scared cat.
Anyway, the bath was not yet all over the floor. But the deep bath has become a favourite request since then.