Towels and smelly boys

Last night Mr Squeak had his bath and didn't notice before he got in it that there were no towels in the bathroom as I had put the used ones in the wash and not got around to putting clean ones out. Don't you just hate when that happens? Not as bad as findng there is no loo paper when you need it, but still rather annoying. I was busy feeding Little Squeak at the time, so when he got out he used the hand towel to dry himself instead of bleating plaintively for me to bring him a clean towel (which is what I would have done). Fair enough I hear you thinking. But I was a little annoyed, as I had just put the hand towel out that day, along with the matching bathmat, so I gave him a bit of a hard time about it cos I like it when the bathroom looks all pretty with matching stuff! (We don't have many visitors so it isn't really about what other people might think, just my control freak nature taking over.) A few minutes later I got in the bath and, instant karma for the nagging wife, I too had forgotten to get myself a towel and had to grovel (and bleat plaintively) to get Mikey to bring me one. He did - with hardly any fuss - which clearly shows that he is a much nicer person than me as I would have tried to get a bit of mileage out of something like that.

Anyway, to the smelly boys part of the story...after using the hand towel to dry himself, he hung it back up on the hand towel rail. Yes, the hand towel that he had just used to dry his ass (admittedly his clean ass but even so)! What was he thinking?! Boys.

Be warned next time you visit us and want to wash and dry your hands.

The other smelly boys part of the story concerns the lovely little baby squeak. He is adorable and mostly smells like a yummy baby (milky and delicious enough to eat), except for his little feet. He can't walk so doesn't really get dirty, and does nothing but lie around on his baby gym, bed or buggy - all of which are quite clean - but he gets smelly toe jam already! God help me when he's a teenager.