One of the evenings in the middle of our sickness, Braden put the kids down while I took a much needed bath. Afterwards, I popped into Caleb's room to give him a good-night hug and kiss. He petted my wet hair. He's always had a fascination with my wet hair, since he was tiny and could first reach out and touch it.
Yoo take a showah? (touching my wet hair)
No, I took a bath.
No, yoo took a showah.
No, actually I took a bath this time, just like you do.
He looked at me with a questioning look.
DAT is NOT a very good fing!
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