Happy dirtbag moment. Really happy.
I was brushing my five-year-old Ruthie’s teeth tonight, and she kept craning her head to look around me. I said, “Hold still, Roo.”
She kept doing it.
I said, “Please hold still.”
But she pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth. Then she said, “Look, Dad. Look in the shower.”
I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I turned around.
She said, “I think there’s a climbing route in there.”
And she was right. A bar railing led up to the sloper spout with an easy transfer. It did look like a great boulder route if I was three feet tall like her.
I hugged her. Held her close. I said, “I’m so proud of you, Roo. I’m so proud of you.”