By: Denise James
Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is true, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. (grin) Gee, wonder who that could be. Petfly may own the characters, but the plot belongs to my wonderful little Aaron.
Thanks to everyone who wrote so kindly about Baby Blair's Easter. This one is for you.
Jim worked the dark blue body puff into a rich lather, smiling as Blair danced around in the tub. "Oh no, it's snowing!" The older Ellison exclaimed as sudsy foam fell from the puff and into the water.
Blair clapped his little chubby hands together and smiled a wide toothy grin.
"'nowman!" He giggled as Jim began sudsing him up.
The little ones father started singing Frosty the Snowman, inserting Blair
for Frosty and when he sang 'was a jolly happy soul,' Blair chimed in, of
course missing half of the lyrics. This little nighttime ritual had become a
hit the first night Jim had tried it. Blair normally hated bath time, but
now begged to play snowman.
"Oh no….here comes the sun!" Jim held his hand up above little Blair,
wiggling his fingers like the rays of the sun.
Dramatically, Blair slid down into the warm water. "Me melting…..oh no….me
head bwoke off."
Jim laughed, while pouring warm water over his beloved child, to rinse away
the remaining foam.
"I once had a beautiful snow man, now all I have is a big puddle of water."
Then acting surprised. "Hey! Were did you come from?"
Blair looked innocently at his father then pointed to himself. "Me was
'nowman."
"But you turned into a little boy. Why?"
Blair thought for a moment and then replied, "'Cause me luff you."
"Oh, I love you too chief," Jim said grinning, ruffling the wet mass of curls
on his sons head. "Put your toys up and let the water out so I can dry you off."
"Okay."
Jim sat on the toilet lid, watching his son fumble with various toys, trying to get them to stay on the small ledge designed for soaps and such. Then the <
stopper was lifted and twisted slightly so that the water could drain from
the tub. A shiver shook the small frame. "Me cold daddy."
"I'll bet, come here and let me dry you." Jim held out a towel, hoping to
entice the little one from the now empty tub.
One little foot propped itself on the side of the tub, and two little blue <
eyes watched Jim closely, daring his father to say something.
"One foot on the floor junior. Don't even think about jumping off of the
side." With his daredevil son, Jim knew that an emergency room visit
wouldn't be too far off in the near future. The kid wasn't afraid of
anything and it was sheer luck that he hadn't been injured from any of his
little stunts.
"Yes suw." Was barely heard from the dejected figure as he climbed from the
tub and into the waiting towel.
"me wanna watch Batman."
"No it's almost bedtime, too late for Batman. You'll have to watch it
tomorrow."
After sufficiently drying the little one, Jim held out a small pair of Blues
Clues underwear. "Step in." Blair complied, wiggling slightly as Jim pulled
them up.
"Me pecker huwts." Blair said, still squirming.
Jim froze, closed his eyes, and replayed what his small, sweet, angelic
little boy had just said. 'No…I heard him wrong.'
"What did you say Blair?"
Suddenly Blair was all wide-eyed and not sure if he should repeat himself.
Instead he shrugged.
The game of coaxing began. "Did you say something hurt?"
Blair nodded, his eyes still impossibly wide.
"What hurts?"
"Um….me thing." Blair looked down at the floor, unable to look at his father.
"Show me where you hurt." He knew he had heard Blair right the first time.
He was so shocked, he didn't know whether to laugh or be angry that his
little one knew that word and what it was. Instead he looked down to see
Blair pulling his undies away and pointing to himself.
"What did you call that?"
Blair shook his head, now certain that he had said the wrong thing.
"Come on, you can tell dad, I really want to know. What is that?"
Shyly Blair answered. "Me pecker." Then looked at his father for
confirmation.
"No sweetheart. That is called a penis." Jim felt strange talking to his
toddler like this. He silently wondered where the innocence of youth was.
Blair was learning things too fast….things that the older Ellison wasn't
ready to deal with yet. "Where did you hear that other word? Who did you
hear say that?"
Again, Blair's eyes sank to the floor. "Nobody."
Jim sighed. "Blair, you heard someone say it. Who?"
Blair shook his head.
"Did one of your teachers say it at school?"
"No," he whispered.
"One of your friends."
This time Blair shook his head.
"Daryl?"
Little brows furrowed as he shook his head again. Now fully dressed, Blair
decided that this conversation was over. "Nobody did it." With that final
comment, the little one left his father alone in the bathroom, while he went
in search of his bedtime treat.