I turn on the shower...undress...step into it, and then realize that I have no towel in the vicinity. I'd have to go downstairs (two flights down) to the basement to get a clean towel, since the linen closet has none to be found. Darn it. I'm already wet. What to do?
Georgie. My constant shadow. She will save the day! I tell her through the closed door, to run get momma a fluffy towel in the basement...please! She says "O'right!" and I hear her little steps disappear.
I continue my shower without worry, knowing that I will get a nice fluffy towel in a few minutes.
I am finished with my shower. Still no towel.
I yell for Georgie...again...and....again. Still no towel.
I spend much more time in the shower...waiting...hoping that Georgie will come. No such luck.
I finally get out..dripping, and dry off with... a baby blanket. I call for Georgie, to find out what kept her. She is blissfully playing downstairs, not a care in the world...or a towel to be seen.
The next morning, I know better. I make sure I have a towel before I step foot in the shower. Ahh...minutes go by as I bask undisturbed in the steaming hot water. But wait...the bathroom door is opening. I look out from the shower. George pokes her head through the door, throws a big towel on the ground, and says "Here ya go mommy. You're welcome." and shuts the door.
I bust up laughing, and promise myself to teach her the concept of time.