Sunday, February 13, 2011

Who am I to argue?

A number of years ago Jed, like most tween-age boys, developed a resistance to showering. While most boys grow out of this adversion after a couple of years, when they discover girls (the Palm sisters usually being the first, however that's another story for another time, and probably a different blog....) Jed has never matured into a love, or even an acceptance, for showering.

He regularly needs to be coaxed into jumping in the shower, and often needs to be chased back in when he emerges from the shower with his hair not even wet. It can be so frustrating, because once he resigns himself to showering, he blasts his stereo and sings at the top of his lungs and dances and stomps around to point that I expect him to put his foot through the acrylic bathtub at times.

He went to a Spruce Kings hockey game last night, and true to form, came home with a bag full of goodies from the sponsors of the game. Included in the bag was a "Shower Coach."


I am certain the intention of the sponsors was to promote enviromental responsibility and the 5 minute timer is intended to make sure people aren't staying in the shower wasting water for too long. However, Jed is convinced it's a gadget to promote staying in the shower long enough to make sure you are clean - you know, like singing Happy Birthday or reciting the alphabet while you wash your hands to ensure you've killed all the germs. Hey, who am I to argue.








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