Cave Paintings

So, around here, the task of bathing That Baby falls to whoever is available. Often times it is BDH, because I have had a bad back and shoulder these past few months.

We have gotten some tub toys for That Baby to help with bathtime — specifically, floating alphabet letters. Two sets, actually, so that we have two of each letter and can spell more. BDH likes to spell with That Baby. He will pick out letters and stick them to the side of the tub, teaching Stinkerbelle her name or other simple words like “cat” or “baby”. And then, when bathtime is done, the letters are tossed into their tubside caddy until next time.

So, imagine my surprise to come into the bathroom one morning, and look over at the tub wall to see, in bright multicoloured letters:

UHOH

MR BOB        MAGIC

I do not know what it means.

I’m kind of intrigued. Also? A little scared.

I imagine this is how the archaeologists who discovered those prehistoric cave paintings in France felt. Or maybe the people who tried to decipher the Rosetta Stone.