Bathtime Mohawks

The other night, I started running the bath. Thought I’d get a jump on bathtime. Then I came downstairs to collect my charges.

“But dad, what about treats. We didn’t have our treat yet,” Ella protested.
“OK, have a quick treat,” I caved. Then, get the treat. Eat the treat. Get distracted.

Well, when I remembered the bath, I ran up those stairs faster than a scared cat.

Anyway, the bath was not yet all over the floor. But the deep bath has become a favourite request since then.

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