my 2 year old looks like a 2nd grader! he loves the bath! i think that he would prefer to be a fish... tonight he got a fork stuck in his leg. yes, i said a fork. poor baby. he was messing around on the recliner (where he had insisted he eat his dinner) and i told him he needed to sit down so that he would not fall. so he promptly sat down- right on the fork that was sticking, prongs up, out of his bowl. he cried, "ow!" i went over and saw the thing sticking out of his thigh, yanked it out (probably not the best idea, as i'm thinking about it now) scooped him up and ran to the bathroom, expecting grey's anatomy style gushing action. on the way to the sink, kyler exclaimed, "that bad fork got me!" a few drops later, he said through tears, "i wanna take a bath." i obliged and he sat in the tub on his knees for a while until i noticed him testing the owie out in the warm water. he said, "oooh. big owie." he proceeded to lower himself into the water and i heard him say, "stop it, leg. it's bath time." so there you have it. baths trump punture wounds.
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