Cael was a handful, to be honest.
"Hey! Get down, get down!" I screamed as a naked and wet Cael charged at me. "Eek! Faustine-"
"Cael," Faustine said sternly. "How bad can you be? Sit down so Ashli could pour water over you or you'll get soap in your eyes."
Cael refused to sit still and ran around the little bathroom with his toy-horse, splashing me and Faustine in the process. At this point I was so drenched already, I started to not care. I let the water splashes hit my face helplessly as Cael laughed and Faustine shrieked.
"Cael Lionel Dryden," Faustine said as she stood up off the bathroom floor. "Enough is enough. You've been giving me so much trouble since yesterday, God knows why. Give me that god-forsaken toy. Now."
Cael stopped in his tracks. "But why momma?" He pouted. "I'm not gonna give you my horse."
She gave him the stink-eye which frightened even me. "Cael!"
