Ave Regina Bathtubum

If you thought our day couldn't get any better or Cody John Paul couldn't be cuter, you would be wrong. Tonight after dinner he started gesticulating and grunting toward the kitchen window sill, on which stand a statue of Mary and a rubber duckie. Naturally I thought he wanted the duckie. Turns out I was wrong. He wanted Mary...and only Mary, for the rest of the evening.





When bath time came around, I tried to pry Mary from his clutches, and promised she could stand right on the sink and watch him the whole time. Such howling despair followed this proposition that I figured, hey, what bishop could really frown on this? It's a rather unique kind of Marian devotion, sure, but blessed are the clean of feet, and all that. So, in she went.

P.S. He ignored every other toy in the tub tonight -- no boat, no plane, no ducks, no trains, nothing but the BVM.