We go through a lot of the stuff in this house.
This morning I thought, huh, the bathtub could use a cleaning. I must be psychic. Thank you Ella for turning that errant thought into action. I did have another premonition that I ignored pre-bathtime: I don't think either of these kids have pooped today. Listen to your instincts! I think it is a motherly right of passage to scoop poop out of the tub. Passed. I am not sure why floating poop is more disgusting than squashed diaper poop. But it is. Much more disgusting. God did smile on me for a minute when he instructed Ella to wait until Clayton was removed from the tub. So I only had one to re-soap and rinse after a near miss. NOPE! don't touch that.
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