 Me from my bathtub (in the neighbouring room) : -Daddy ? Daddy, it looks like the bath is not sinking... You musn't be afraid ! Daddy (in his office, sitting at the computer) : -You're right buddy, you musn't be afraid : the bath is not sinking. And anyway it's not that bad... This sinking bath incident dates back to three months ago, at Grandpa's and Grandma's : a loose cap, unless I pulled it, and the tub emptied at full speed. An unprecedented panic attack ... which I often bring up. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment :
You better believe it took a lot of guarantees before I agreed to set foot in my grandparents' bathtub again.
At home it's ok : I was able to distinguish the two.
Anyway this evening I'm keeping daddy from writing a post : I wanna talk to him through the wall and the staircase where the doors were left open (so he can keep a careful ear on me while mommy is cooking dinner downstairs).
I'm doing all it takes to draw his attention : from the debriefing of the day (the playground this
morning - I'll tell you about it another time - and the nap where I fooled around with Eva in my bed), to my usual questions of the moment ("the countries").
In short I'm doing everything to enjoy myself with him and distract him at the same time.
And it works. Since he can't hear me very well due to the distance, I have to repeat everything, something I don't really mind doing.
Then Eva joins me in the water. I forget about daddy and I play with her.
....It's just a chronicle of time passing.
P.S.: the picture illustrating this post is a cheat : daddy looked for a picture where I was making faces, I swear, when I'm having a crisis, it's something completely different !
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