Thanksgiving day started with a rush to get food prepared. I thought I'd warm up the shower while I pulled a pie out of the oven. When I returned 2 seconds later I found Carter in the shower . . . in his jammies . . .
Normally, I don't let him in our shower (with the tile, I'm soooo afraid he will slip and bump his head)
but it was a holiday so the normal "rules" went down the drain.
He would've stayed in there forever. But his little hands got all pruned and I had stuff to do.
2 comments:
Goofy little man! You are too funny!
Peanut, you get sillier everyday! (Is even sillier a word?....hmmm)
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