Showers--of the baby kind

"Mess, mommy. Mess," my two-year old said to me from the top of the kitchen steps. I turned to find him dripping wet. His hair was matted down, and liquid was dripping from his elbows onto the floor. He bid me follow him towards his sister's room. And there I found . . . one happy, but naked, baby on the change table, (yes, I had left him unattended for a second), and a puddle beneath him. Gabriel had just given Elijah his first shower. This was one of those rare showers, however, that required a bath immediately following.