March 7, 2008

This morning I took a bath. Ivo hung around in the bathroom, and I made him do my part and I did his part. He did little dances with the alligators (big and tiny) on the rim of the bathtub, and I bathed. This is a really interesting thing to do with a little kid because you really feel their frustration at having to be fed, bathed, clothed, wiped and otherwise messed with constantly. It must be awful. If I was a better writer I would say something else about this, but this is all I got, y'all. Blah. No pictures either.

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