my True Love gave to me...
one wet head.
Paul has been doing bathtime since Sophie could sit up on her own and we moved her to the big tub. Now he does each child, gets them dressed, then when both are done, they brush their teeth. I am now the entertainer for the one not currently in the tub. (This may sound like an easy job, but since what they really want is to be splashing together, it actually takes quite a bit to keep them from just screaming at the closed bathroom door.) I think the kids like Daddy's bathtime better than Mommy's, but I don't know why.
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