Turtle Tub

After an unusually hectic weekend I woke Monday morning to find Greyson had striped himself naked sometime during the night and left me a little "present" in the corner of his crib. Now I will say, unlike my other children, he looked completely reluctant to go anywhere near the thing, I found him sitting rather nervously in the opposite corner glaring at the offending mess. I decided after a quick survey that nothing short of a bath and load of laundry was going to fix the situation. I dumped Grey in the tub to soak and hurried to his room to gather the bedding while Addison looked on from a respectful distance, disgust written all over her face. With the washer swishing productively away, I raced back upstairs to check on my dirty little soaker. Just as I rounded the corner to the bathroom I noticed Grey sitting in the tub with that familiar look of concern on his face, and then I saw them, little green turtles swimming all over in the tub with him, there must have been five or six and would you believe, because this has never happened before with any of my children, for an instant I really thought "where did these little turtles come from?" To explain my mentality, I probably should tell you I grew up in a house where bathing with turtles....real turtles, was pretty normal, snakes, lizards, birds and even the occasional skunk were regular tenants in our home. I, on many occasions, had to remove soaking snakes or turtles from the family bathtub before I could use it myself, I often used bathrooms with pythons curled up on the heat vents or twisted tightly around the shower head. So, it was without much surprise that I found Greyson's tub full of turtles....that is until an instant later when I remembered, much to my disgust, we don't have any pet turtles. Darn.