Whenever I'm home alone with Gunny and I need to shower, I first plug him into a movie or throw him in with me. Sure, he might point and laugh, commenting on my many physical, err, attributes, but at the ripe old age of three, I can take his abuse. This morning left me with the challenge of trying to get in a quick shower with an unwilling little boy. Thankfully, he's discovered the joys of Monster Truck races on Youtube. If I time it just right, I can find a 10 minute movie (that's the Youtube limit), hop in the shower and then get out before he's ready to tear apart the house.

As I surfed through Youtube this morning, looking for a perfectly timed video, Gunny happily sat in the computer chair chanting:

"Monstah Jamssssszzzz!'

I finally found a 9 minute, 47 second video of freedom, and Gunny was content. With the countdown started I made a beeline for the bathroom. I already had the shower heating up and I flung my clothes off as I loped like a gazelle through the house. Approximately 8 minutes and 30 seconds later, I was out with a towel on my head and my favorite bathrobe circling my still wet body.

Gunny was still sitting in his chair but had some tell-tale evidence on his face that he hadn't been there the whole time.

Mommazilla: Gunny? Did you eat Sissy and Brother's class chocolates?
Gunny: No Momma. I wuvs you. Sweetly smiling, chocolate covering his teeth.

Mommazilla: Gunny, I know your not telling me the truth. You have chocolate all over your face.
Gunny: He licks his lips and softly touches his own face. Oh, sowry 'bout dat Momma. I ates Tatah's shocolit.
Mommazilla: Yes you did and that wasn't very nice. What are they supposed to give their friends for Valentine's Day?
Gunny: He looks somewhat oncerned and raises his little shoulders up as he says, I dunno Momma. Can I hab anoder won?