Racked

I forgot – the other night Noah was taking a bath in our bathtub, which is a huge tub made by a company called Jetta. It’s big enough to fit 2 people, so when he takes a bath in there I get in there with him for safety reasons. It’s pretty deep and if something happened I want to be right there. So he’s playing around, doing things that he’s learned in swim class, like blowing bubbles, and putting his face in the water, and we’re just playing around, having fun, and he decides he’s going to act like when we get on the side of the pool and then jump in, but the side of the tub is too high, so he uses the armrest of the tub. He sits on the armrest of the tub and starts his countdown.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” and he slides down the armrest into the water, but something happens and he jumps up out of the water, a look of pain on his face.

Yep, he’d just racked himself.

It’s funny to think of now, but at the time I was worried that he’d shattered something or torn something, so I examined him and determined by his almost immediate interest in other things that he was fine, but man, that scared me for a second.

Yeah, I’m still laughing about it now. And I’m not a bad daddy.

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