In April, before my parents came to visit, I was talking to them on the phone and realized that I hadn't heard from Clark in a few minutes. I went in search of him and found the munchkin in the bathroom.
He was elbow-deep in suds. He gotten up on his little chair to "wash his hands" and had used about half the bottle of foaming soap and filled up the entire sink with bubbles.
I stifled laughter and took a couple pictures. Then I put him in time out. My dad said that something is wrong with punishing the kiddo for doing something I think of as blog-worthy. I couldn't agree more. Good thing life isn't fair!
In April, before my parents came to visit, I was talking to them on the phone and realized that I hadn't heard from Clark in a few minutes. I went in search of him and found the munchkin in the bathroom.
He was elbow-deep in suds. He gotten up on his little chair to "wash his hands" and had used about half the bottle of foaming soap and filled up the entire sink with bubbles. 
I stifled laughter and took a couple pictures. Then I put him in time out. My dad said that something is wrong with punishing the kiddo for doing something I think of as blog-worthy. I couldn't agree more. Good thing life isn't fair!
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