Monday, December 5, 2011
Anna was bathed, dried, diapered, and jammied. The boys were still in the tub. I was tidying up when I start to hear hysterical laughter coming from the bathroom. I walk in to find my freshly bathed, dried, diapered, and jammied daughter sitting in the tub, playing with the toys, with an innocent look on her face that seemed to question my astonishment and uncontrollable laughter.