The Night The Bomb Went Off (Part 2)

To recap...go read part 1.

I stood frozen in fear, with the knowledge that there was pretty well no way to disarm this bomb without collateral damage.  One way or another there was gonna' be poop somewhere.

I looked at him, hoping he would no only understand each word I was about to say, but follow the directions without question.  His and my well being depended on it. "Hands up, don't move."  It worked, Em raised his hands, giving me just enough room to pick him up and get him to the shower, but it would have to be a shower with a head you could remove and spray everything with.

The only shower head in the house like that was at the other end, it was my shower. So not only would I have to defuse the bomb in the shower, I would have to clean up the explosive results after.  Great I was now a bomb disposal unit and a hazmat clean cleanup crew.

I slowly lifted em out of his crib, making sure no loose ends would suddenly start moving giving the bomb a chance to create more damage.  I stared him straight in the eyes as I walked out his room, down the stairs, clear to the back of the house and I'm talking all the way to the back.

I set him in the shower and then realized the water would be cold to start. Somehow I would have to keep a naked, poopy, baby, standing in a shower stall, occupied while the water got warm.

There I was, inches from his face, one hand reaching for the shower head the other starting the water.  The spray started out, cold as your wife's stare when she finds out you invited your buddies over for the game Sunday afternoon and forgot to say anything.  (OK, we never really forget, it's just fear.  May as well get you mad once rather than letting you know and then having to deal with you a second time the day of)

(To be continued)