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."
He did.
Kids, Grandkids, Husbands...I'm blessed!
2 comments:
What a cutie!
Mine were the same way. The first one tolerated baths. The second one was a screamer and even as a teenage girl had to be told to shower. The third LOVES baths and showers. He would get in with his toys and I had a good 30-60 minutes to do whatever I needed to do.
Hey Jan, thanks for dropping by my blog, you're welcome to stalk it anytime. Hope you find more recipes to enjoy. BTW your little grandson is certainly a cutie.
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