After a long couple of days helping Grams get her house ready for Easter Sunday, Ella and I returned home exhausted and ready for bah-ems (bath-time).
I quickly ran the tub for her, threw her in, washed her off and let her play for an abbreviated amount of time.
As I reached for the drain to signal the end of bath-time, my hand ran across some disintegrating bar soap. Wait -- Ella doesn't use bar soap!!
The poopy-tub bandit had struck again.
P.S. Greta's Dad, e-mail me directly. For some reason I can't comment on Greta Grows.
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