We’re on a little road trip to visit family and see my middle sister walk across the stage to get her degree. [Potential burglars, beware: our house is still occupied and the dog is there too. He might look cute but he thinks he’s fierce, and that’s about all it would take for him to take you down. Seriously.]
Anyway… We split the trip into two days, because we’re travelling with a toddler and we’re smart like that. Along the way, we spent a night in a hotel. During the whole drive, Connor was so excited about having a bath in the hotel. So when we got there and it was time for a bath, we excitedly ventured into the bathroom and he promptly jumped into the bathtub.
We turned the water on. The tub filled up, ready for some splashy fun.
And then he asked the question.
“Do we have any bath toys?”
<insert dramatic music suggesting imminent doom>
We didn’t. We have pretty much everything else we’ll need, but we didn’t think to bring bath toys. We did this same trip last year and I don’t recall a need for bath toys, so it didn’t occur to me to bring them.
Normally this would be a moment of panic for me. Anxiety would set in. It had been a long drive and I wasn’t prepared for a meltdown about the lack of bath toys.
But wait! A moment of mama brilliance. Surely in the travel box of toys we’d brought there would be something that could go in the bath. And there was. 
Between a small, blue helicopter (that doubles as a submarine, as it turns out) and a shower cap that worked nicely as a fishing net, we had a pretty darn good hotel-room bath.
Confession: I’m not always this brilliant. Only sometimes. 😉
