Zach performs bath duty on Luke every night while I do the dinner dishes. It is a great arrangement – I get my break from the bug and Zach doesn’t have to do dishes.
Zach mentioned that Luke needed some new bath toys. All he had were some sponge letters. I looked at a few stores and couldn’t find anything decent that only cost a few bucks.
This past weekend, we got a pleasant surprise: Zach’s dad sold Zach’s motorcycle, which has been sitting in his dad’s garage for about 9 years. I’m sure his dad was happier about it than us.
At any rate, I took some of Zach’s motorcycle money and spent the ridiculous amount of $22 on a bath toy for Luke.
Luke loves it. The boats can float separately or stack together. There is a pump that sprays water everywhere. The pump is a huge hit, according to Zach. The kid doesn’t want to leave the bathtub.
We were turning in for the night, and I was mentally analyzing my purchase. I asked Zach if he ever had bath toys.
He replied, “Oh yeah! We had tons of bath toys. We had this really cool one that suction-cupped to the wall and it was an entire city. There were people and boats and stuff. It was a whole city, suction-cupped to the wall.”
I said, “Oh! Wow. Hmmm.” I lapsed into thought again.
He asked me, “Why? Did you ever have bath toys?”
“We had a tube sock.”
He paused. “What?”
I repeated, “Well, we had a tube sock in the bath.”
He started laughing.
“We would put it over the faucet and turn the water on. It was fun.”
He continued to laugh. I started giggling too. He said, “A tube sock?? That’s not a bath toy. Oh my gosh. You are so freaking Chinese. What kind of toy is that?”
I protested between fits of laughter, “No, really, it was fun! Sometimes we would fill it up with water and squeeze it.”
“I can just see it now. You little kids in the tub asking your dad for a toy and he tosses you a tube sock.”
I replied, “Bath toys are expensive.”
“I hope you don’t pass any of your weird Asian stuff on down to Luke. I don’t want to catch him giving my grandkids tube socks to play with in the tub.”
At this point, I realized that a tube sock was an incredibly lame bath toy. As we both continued to laugh, I stated, “Well, I don’t want Luke to get spoiled.”
Zach said, “Yes. He’s going to get spoiled. He has boats in his tub. Next time he has Room Time, why don’t you take all of his toys away and give him a tube sock to play with. I’m sure he will be really happy.”
He rolled over and went to sleep.
I continued to chuckle to myself. Who knew?