Visting his childhood

I had to laugh tonight

at our 9 year old son as he was taking a bath

that went on entirely too long.

Strains of the theme song from Indiana Jones

drifted from under the door

amid the sound effects.

Cautiously, I opened the door.

He looked up grinning.

I was surprised he had not

worn his fedora in the tub.

His hair was not wet

nor was the wash cloth

handing over the side of the tub.

He beckoned me to the tub.

There in the tub with him

was a 8 inch gator, swamp boat, and safari man.

He explained:

"I'm visiting the time of my childhood

since it has been so long ago."

I just walked away

and let him play.