The other night, I was in the bath with Oscar. When I lifted him out of the water for a moment, a stream of pee poured out of him into the tub. So, holding him up out of the tainted water, I called for assistance from Jackie.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“He just peed in the tub.”
“So the bath has pee in it now. Can you take him so I can drain it and rinse myself off?”
“It’s just a little pee,” she scoffed.
“What? Are you joking?” I asked, disgusted, as she finally relented and took the boy from my hands. She never answered, and she may very well have been joking, but if Oscar grows up with a golden
showers bath fetish, I’ll know who to blame.