The Night The Bomb Went Off (Part 3, The End)

Really if you are lost, go read part 1 and 2.

It takes about a minute to a minute and a half for the water to warm up in our shower, so the chance of a mishap is huge.  I held the shower head away and somehow managed to not set off the baby meets really cold water face.  I still had to be careful since there was still live bomb material yet to be removed, from a live action figure.

With the water finally warm I started to clean up the brown gooze, coating Em.  That's when a situation I hadn't even thought of started to happen. Em grabbed the shower head. You ever wrestle a live shower head from a naked, poopy toddler.  It wasn't pretty, bam a shot off the leg, straight to my forehead.  As I wiped the damage from my face, he grabbed it again, "kapow," I was hit again right on my cheek.

This had to end, before more innocent parties met their fate.  I held my finger like a gun and said "reach for it and don't move."  Thank the gaming gods at Microsoft he knew what that meant.  Up went Em's hands, I grabbed the shower head and sprayed him off all while holding a loaded finger on him.

About 20 minutes later his mom arrived to see her charming little darling, sitting in a bubble bath with a giggle on his breath.  She hadn't walked into his room to see what was waiting.

Hey, I'm a "rampa."