Why give them a bath, when you can just clean them with the laundry? Ronan and I do laundry together. I prop him on the washer, hand him dirty laundry and he shoots baskets with it. After he finishes putting everything in, he looks at me and says, "My do wand-ree? My put feet in?" To which I nod my head yes...and there he turns, letting the "fountain" run over his tiny feet.
He only does it for a few seconds before he realizes that the water is cold, too cold to stay for long. He turns around and lets me dry his feet and graciously says, "fank ooh" and I smile...until he loses his balance and has the fear of God in his eye because he almost falls in.
"Hold me momma." I grab him and we go back for the next load after the dryer buzzer goes off...never-ending cycle.
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