Bath.In.A.Sink

There was this time in Charleston where you STUNK really badly and needed a bath.

But we didn’t have a bathtub.

So we gave you one in the kitchen sink.

Daddy held you safe by the armpits and we rushed b/c we were nervous that you were going to freak out.

But you loved it.

Who doesn’t love being clean?

And who doesn’t love a wet baby?

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