Bath Time

I took Emma into the bathtub with me last night. I had been painting her room, so I was covered in paint. And she had been eating, so she was covered in food. We played and splashed around in the bath for a couple of minutes, until she threw up her entire dinner into the bathtub. But that wasn't quite as bad as a couple of minutes before that, when we were getting into the tub and I thought I saw a piece of food on the floor, so I picked it up between thumb and forefinger only to realize I was holding a tiny turd with my bare hands. Sometimes bathwater just can't make you feel clean enough.