I was in the bathroom the other night, diligently trying to change me ileostomy bag. This is the conversation I hear out in the kitchen:
Samuel: Daddy, I want a bath.
Ed: Not right now.
Samuel: Can I have a Daddy bath?
Ed: Sure. Come here.
(I hear running water from the kitchen tap).
Samuel: Do my feet, too.
Ed: Okay. Don't tell mom.
Samuel: I want a bath.
Ed: Okay, just a minute.
(I hear more running water. Then it turns off and I hear lots of giggling).
Time to investigate...
Oh, brother, who's in charge around here?