ISAIAH

Water splashed on my face for the hundredth time as my son’s laughter filled the bathroom. I looked down at Arias, who apparently got a kick from throwing soap in my face. Each time seemed to make Arias laugh more. 

“Arias, we’ve been in here for twenty minutes. You have to let me wash you,” I said, trying to grab him, but Arias slipped out of reach. “That’s it. I’m coming in.” 

Arias shrieked, trying to get away from me. I couldn’t help but laugh. Who knew bath time could be this fun? 

After another ten minutes or so, I was able to thoroughly wash and dress Arias for...