this isn't just about bubble TEA

to prevent mildew, soap scum, and any unwanted film meredith and i will both be taking turns cleaning the tub. she prefers to clean with a wet rag, i like bristle sided sponges. but enough administrative talk...

bubble time is indeed, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, bad childhood experiences. although puking from rollercoasters, getting bottles thrown at you, and snarting are all reasons to enter therapy, there are two stories which i believe provide the icing on the cake (or, in this case, the soap on the loofah...)

story A: Clowny
When Caroline was in 2nd grade she had two primary companions. No, their names were not commonplace such as Lauren or Mike, instead their names were Stuffed Armadillo and Clowny (Stuffed Armadillo was none other than a stuffed animal armadillo and Clowny was a stuffed clown doll).

One morning as Caroline prepared for her day as a learner of the 2nd grade, she was heading out the door to the bus stop with Clowny in hand when her father accidentally spilt coffee on Clowny's face. Caroline was upset, but pulled it together to make the bus in time and was on her way to study multiplication and get married on the play ground (was Clowny to be the maid of honor...no one will ever know...). Upon arrival at school and during "first period", Caroline was called to the blackboard to do some examples of multiplication (again, clowny in hand) when a fellow boy classmate remarked, "what happened to your doll (referring to the huge coffee stain) he looks like a burn victim!". Caroline started uncontrollably crying and left school "sick" that day. The following morning Caroline placed Clowny into the basement of her home and never played with him again.

Meredith, do you as well have a stuffed animal story?

Other friends, any stories of stuffed animals and imaginary friends?

I will post-pone the second story for another time...this bath water is starting to get a little .... lukewarm.

Until the faucet runs again...