I got this text message from Ashley the other day...
Doesn't like baths but got one anyway:
Made it to the bedroom and he pooped in his towel!
And then all of a sudden, he's happy!
Guess he wants to be a dirty boy?
What a stinker!
When Andy was a toddler, we couldn't say the word 'bath' out loud or he'd be in the bathroom waiting for you. He loved bath time.
When Tony was a toddler, on my way up the stairs with him I'd say, "Tony, it's time for a bath. Why don't you get a head start and start screaming now."
Kids, Grandkids, Husbands...I'm blessed!