The first time I gave Tyler a bath as a newborn baby he screamed. And EVERY bath after that (no exaggerration) for two and a half years he screamed bloody murder. It was baby shampoo and a washcloth, but anyone could easily have mistaken it for thumbscrews and the rack. Then this summer we went to visit my brother Mike in Idaho. We'd been there a few days and the boys had been playing pretty much nonstop in a huge pile of dirt with cars and shovels and stuff, so needless to say they looked like neglected orphans before too long. With a huge sigh, bracing myself for the worst, I announced the bad news to him: time for a bath. He cried before I even started peeling his clothes off. I had top pick him up and carry him so he wouldn't make a hasty getaway. Then a miracle; my sister-in-law keeps a well-stocked bathtub; squirting frogs, rubber duckies, boats, fishing games, wind-up sharks . . . in other words, a floating, squirting toy store. An hour later he screamed and cried when I made him get out. I guess all those years he was just bored.
Your kids are so stinkin' cute!
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