Diya asked her son, "Where is daddy?" He said "He is right outside our room. Someone asked him if he could take a picture of them, and he agreed. As our room was just two doors away I came here all by myself" By the time she heard some laughter near their room, Diya had almost given her son a bath as he was quiet dirty. She said, "Before daddy shows up you will be all ready. See now your hands are clean. Don't touch anything while I go get a nice shirt for you" He nodded and said, "Yes. Mommy". Diya opened up the suitcase and was looking for his shirt. She accidentally rubbed her left pinky against the wall and scratched it. Even though it was a minor scratch there was some blood so she had to immediately clean it. She washed her hand in the sink that was right in the room and grabbed a hand towel and held it tight against it to stop the blood. Within minutes that did the trick. But she preferred to put a band aid on, so she opened up the bag that was next to the suitcase and reached for the emergency medicine kit that she always carried with her. It had a couple of antiseptic wipes, Neosporin, acetaminophen tablets, some antacid tablets and some children's Tylenol along with some cotton balls and band-aids. She took on and managed to wrap it around the wound and was all set.
Approximately five minutes had passed by before she could get back to her son who was in the bathroom playing with something on the floor. "Come on sweetie, let me change your shirt." When he looked up Diya couldn't believe her eyes. She had just washed him and got him all cleaned up but he was a mess all over again. He was holding her lipstick in his hand. He also had sprayed his dad's shaving cream on the floor and had used her lipstick as a crayon and had been drawing on the floor and also on his face. It was not just that she had to clean him all over again, she also had to clean the floor as there was no way one could walk into the bathroom. The worst part was that the toilet seat was also covered with this mess. With innocence in his eyes he said, "Mommy, do you like my picture? I made it for you." Even though she was very upset with the mess he had made she could not bring herself to yell at him. Instead she said, "That is a very nice picture. But next time let us not do this with mommy's lipstick and daddy's shaving cream. Never touch the toilet seat. Do you understand what I am saying?" He was distracted and was playing with the water while she cleaned him. Once he was all ready she said to him, "I can't take my eyes off of you even for a single second. You are a handful." He continued to play with the water. Diya turned his face towards her and said, "Alan. Do you understand what mommy is saying?”
