Tonight after his bath, Mitchell sat on my lap as I checked his ears with a q-tip. "That's enough," he said. He doesn't like getting his ears cleaned. His skin was so soft, and his little golden curls were extra curly, and there was water everywhere in the bathroom.
"Almost done," I assured him.
As he hopped down from my lap, he said, "If you had to check my butt, I would have to do a headstand." And with that, he strutted out of the bathroom in his size five diaper. I have no idea where gets those quirky ideas.
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