I used to enjoy taking a hot bath every night. Things have changed.
The child is like a hound dog. I swear Pete can smell the water running (because, believe you me, I have the fan running and Max & Ruby up loud in the background to muffle the water sound)… as soon as Peter finds me in the bath, he wants to jump right in. And turn on the cold water. And line his toys up all around me. And yammer on about everything under the sun. And jump and splash and tell me to move. And yell to Henry to join us.
From this point forward, I am committed to a life of showers.
At least until Peter no longer wants in!
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