With some horror, I gave her directions to our upstairs bathroom, not knowing what condition she’d find it in. After all, with three small boys, you never know if you’ll see a sink full of dried toothpaste, an unflushed toilet or worse. (Much, much worse.)
She came out of the bathroom saying, “Oh, I remember when we had Power Rangers in the bathtub!” Her boy was ten years older than my oldest boys. Those days were long gone for her.
I think of that sometimes, especially when my daughter uses the big master bathroom tub and leaves her little family of animals perched on the edge.
These days don’t last forever.