The Emergency

I have a 7-year old.

This means I can now

pee alone.

Don't judge!

You know what I'm talking about!

Actually,

I should say,

having a 7-year old means

I should be able to pee alone.

Today,

Grandpa's out.

Ethan has showered and is dressed.

He's entertaining himself with the Family Channel,

comic books

and toys.

I tell him I'm going for a shower.

He is not to open the front door

and only answer the phone

if it's Uncle G.

Basis covered,

right?

So,

here I am,

enjoying my shower.

All covered in soap when I hear,

"mama, mama, mama"

thump thump thump

(the thumping is him running up the stairs)

"mama, mama, mama"

thump thump thump

"mama, mama, mama"

thump thump thump

I do what every mom would.

I quickly rinse

(I'm sure there's soap everywhere)

grab my towel,

throw the door open and

ask

"What's a matter?"

"Rasool mama sent you a picture of Hailey!"

This is the big emergency!

Yes England,

you may have a prince,

but Ethan has a new cousin

and she's more important than

anything.

Even more important than mommy's shower!