My Bathtub


We slowly introduced Evelyn to the pool yesterday here at the beach. It’s one that you walk into from one side and it has steps on the other. Once we got her comfortable with it and played a bit, Evelyn stood up in the shallow part, looked around at everyone else, and loudly proclaimed, “This my bathtub. You get out now!”

All Christy and I could do was laugh.

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Erick Erickson
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