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tonight crimson was taking a bath, and he was in a great mood. he was laughing, and talking, splashing around, making funny faces, and such. in the middle of all this he went to hold his breath and go under water. he plugged his nose slowly, looked down, tipped his head flat to the water. keep in mind all this is now quiet, and controlled, almost like it was rehearsed and planned out. he looks like an expert navigator going into uncharted tarritory, one last deep breath, ready. he went down so fast i hardly saw it. after smashing his face hard on bottom of the tub, and recoiling back faster than a snake after striking, he laughed. i almost fell. i took the deep breath this time, gathered myself and didnt know what to say. catching my hesitation crimson said to me "daddy". "yes" i was able to manage. "the water is not deep today is now today? Ok point out the obvious and ask this question with no pause in the middle. my turn to laugh. now crimson is confused and wondering why im ignoring his question. i answer and begin to wash him up, soaped up the hair, body and started to rinse......i do every thing wrong. plain and simple. this is how i know. crimson demands this "daddy i can do it, i dont like the bucket!" and proceeds too hold his breath, and go under water. he plugs his nose slowly, looks down, tips his head flat to the water. and before i can stop him. he went down so fast i hardly saw it. after smashing his face hard on bottom of the tub, he just stayed there. it was as if the intense blow to his brow was some sort of tranquillizer. he held his breath under water longer than ive ever seen. how much time goes by before a parent should worry about his kid under water after hitting his head? about that much time went by, well maybe a little more. nothing more happened worth mentioning until after. crimson, wrapped in a towel waiting for me to make hot chocolate, cuddles with jen. i come out and sit next to him and we share the hot chocolate. this tends to make a happy kid, laughing, and smiling, sipping the drink, i notice hes taking more than his fare share. this wouldnt bother me but, he was doing the strangest thing. i was holding the cup and he would follow it around with his lips and kept trying to sip it, non-stop. he was doing it as if in a trance. i laughed at this and jen told him to say oink, oink. my pig would then say oink, oink, to get a sip. this, after about ten sips turned into a laughing fest. the funniest part of the whole thing was crimson didnt stop laughing. he laughed more than ive ever seen in my life, to the point where i was bent over laughing, almost crying. this kid should have died laughing. he couldnt catch his breath and couldnt stop. it was fun, a good end to the day.
