During halftime of the NBA Finals Game 6, I decided to bathe the boys as quickly as possible. Son #1 raced to the bathroom first and took a three minute shower. The mirror in the bathroom did not have any time to steam up before Son #1 came tearing around the corner wrapped in a towel. "Hurry and get dressed before the half is up!" I yelled at my oldest son.
"I'm hurrying, Mom!" Son #1 yelled back as he zipped to his room to find his pajamas.
I scrambled to find my youngest son. "Baby! Where are you?"
"In my room!" Son #2 called out.
"Time for a bath!" I said hurriedly.
"Five more minutes!" Son #2 replied unconcerned.
"There's not enough time for five more minutes." I said as I scooped Son #2 up into my arms. We rushed to the tub and began to fill it with water. Son #2 fussed and tried to wriggle away. "Sorry little boy." I said as I pulled his shirt off of his head. "You need to take a fast bath before the game starts."
"O.K. O.K." Son #2 answered irritably. He climbed into the tub and began to splash about with his toys. I soaped up his hair and body quickly. Then, I rinsed him with the blue cup beside the tub. Son #2 wiped his face with a wash cloth. As he removed the cloth from his eyes, he looked up at me and asked. "Five more minutes?"
"Sure." I responded. "You can have five more minutes to play."
Son #2 cheered with delight and then fished around for two bobbing racquetballs. Once he found the balls, he searched through the bubbles to locate a giant sized bubble wand. For a second, my youngest son analyzed the toys in his hand. Then, he placed the bubble wand onto the faucet. Son #2 scooted to the far end of the tub away from the bubble wand, carefully position one of the racquetballs, and shot the ball into the air. The ball gracefully arced over the bubbles and rubber duckies toward the bubble wand hoop.
I rushed into the bathroom to see what had happened. As I skidded across the floor, Son #2 launched another ball to the bubble wand hoop. The ball fell like a rocket onto the faucet and bounced insanely from one side of the tube to the other. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I playing." Son #2 replied cheerfully.
"What are you playing?" I continued.
"Basketball!" Son#2 hollered as he continued to shoot hoops across the tub.
"Ohhh! Cool! I get it." I said with a laugh. "Are you the Warriors?"
"Yeah!" Son #2 roared as he pumped his fist. "I winning!!!!"
From the living room, I could hear my husband and oldest son screaming wildly as the Warriors made another basket. The Warriors were winning the game and my baby was winning his game. All was right in our world that night.