Sunday, June 12, 2011

triplet-tized

He struggled to get out of the bathtub. Suds and bubbles had reached highest proportions and covered every square inch of the tub, with the exception of his head. The whites of his eyes stung and were the color of bright red roses from the glup, glup, glup of the shampoo that had been dumped on his head. His skin was rubbed raw and his toes wrinkled from being in the water too long. Dad had been "triplet-tized" by Mary, Gabby, and Mateo. But at least he was clean.