“Mommy, what would you do if we weren’t your kids?”

“Oh, man.  If you weren’t my kids, I would wish you were. I would watch you from a distance, and I would think, ‘My goodness.  Those are some great kids.  I wonder whose they are… I wish they were mine.'”

“And your kids would be like, ‘Yay!  We get to stay dirty!'”Black Soil For Planting  In Man Hands

And that’s when you know you’ve gone too light on the bathing routines.  Sometimes it just seems like ‘what’s the point since he’ll just be a muddy mess tomorrow?’ And other times, they’re finally clean again and I see freckles I had forgotten about.

Anyway and either way, you’re my kid.  Get in the bath tub, punk.

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