“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 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.