I was in the middle of making dinner, and needed to be in two places at once. Surprise, surprise.
I'd sent the boys to take their baths while I was cooking, and it was Ryan's turn in the tub.
Ryan is unusual, he likes to take a shower, then fill up the tub and sit in it. I am just happy that he's bathing, so I try to overlook the water he's wasting, and as he doesn't always get in the tub every day, I figure it all evens out in the end.
I was almost done in the kitchen, but not quite, so I asked Nolan to go tell Ryan to wrap it up as we were about to eat. "I'm going to open the door real fast and scare him," he said. "Whatever," I distractedly replied, trying not to burn myself.
The next thing I hear is Nolan, Ben, and Audrey giggling. Nolan is standing behind me, and he says, "Do you support me in doing this?" Initially, my response was going to be, "Yeah, yeah, do it, just get your brother out of the tub." But my Mom radar went off instead, and I turned around to see Nolan in a Halloween mask, a red one with nose rings and crazy black hair, very middle-Earth, along with Audrey and Ben beside him, giggling madly. I knitted my brow, "What?...."
"I'm going to barge in there, and really scare him!" Nolan was excited.
I have to admit, I really wanted to give him the green light.
Because I am a little evil that way.
However, I thought of little Ryan, naked and vulnerable in the tub, and I know that if it were me, I'd not appreciate it. And we all know how bathroom things like this tend to scar people for life.
"Ah, no, I don't think so," I said. "But MO-OM," they pleaded. "Sorry. No. You just don't recover from that kind of bathroom trauma," I stated, very matter-of-factly.
Sometimes Mom takes away all the fun.
Sometimes Mom hides the Halloween mask in her room for another day.....