Maybe glad isn’t the right word. Smug might be more like it.
We give Ryan his baths on the kitchen counter, you see. We do this because my back cannot handle the low tub with the high side. I tried it a few times and spent all of bath time trying to figure out how to get even the tiniest bit comfortable. I can’t say for certain that any soap actually touched the kid’s body because I was so preoccupied with where to put my legs.
So, the little swimming pool bath tub goes on the counter, and everyone is happy and soap is sufficiently used.
I waited a split second for Ryan’s reaction, which again was “What? Did something just happen? That was such a good bath!”
Once I allowed for proper reaction time (eh, 2 seconds), sheer smugness washed down my entire body. At the exact same moment, Mike’s shoulders drooped because he knew what was coming next.
“Oh, MIKE… You have to be CAREFUL…”