Jake asked to take a shower.
Let me repeat that – Jake ASKED to take a shower!
The only showers he’s ever taken have come complete with swim goggles and crying.
He had me start the water and get the temperature right, and put some man wash on a loofa. Then he kicked me out because “I’m gonna get naked.” Even his modesty is a refreshing change.
I’m writing this from the top of the steps, waiting for the water to stop; or see if he yells for help turning it off.
Ooh! The water just stopped.
Okay, I’m back.
He’s suspiciously dry, but he smells like man wash. Also, he’s back in his dirty clothes, from skivvies on out.
When confronted, he says, “I’m good. I already washed up my whole body – I promise!”
His towel is damp.
There are wet footprints on the bath mat.
Exactly what in the world happened in there?!?