Bathtime!

After a long hard day of playing with my toys and wrestling with the dogs, I tend to find a little dirt behind the ears. Welllll, not really. I hardly ever get dirty, unless I'm eating, but the old folks tend to clean me up pretty good after that messy adventure. So needless to say, I don't get a bath everyday. Typically, I've been in my baby bathtub or just in the shower with mom or dad, but a few days ago, for some reason things were changed up.

Dad carried me in to the kitchen instead of the bathroom!!

"What's up doc?" I asked with my best Bugs Bunny voice. (I have been eating lots of carrots , so I feel awful Bugs Bunny recently) Mom put the stopper into the sink and turned on the water. At first I thought she was just going to wash dishes like she does everyday *cough cough* every other day *cough cough* But then Dad put ME into the sink!

"Dad are you sure about this? Did you really mean to put me in here?"

After a few minutes of playtime and getting a nice full body massage, I realized, hey, this wasn't too bad!
In fact, after the official bath was done, they even let me play with the bubbles for a while! I splish splashed for several minutes! It was a hoot! Then I discovered the seperator between the wash and rinse side of the sinks and wouldn't stop messing with that. All in all, my first bath in the kitchen sink would have to be rated as a success. I think I'll let the parents do that again, granted Mom will promise not to take photos EVERY TIME... All these naked pictures could be embarrassing in about seven years!