I walk in and shut the door, which is immediately opened with the command, “Don’ shut da doah!”
Beanie walks into the room and leans against the tub.
“Do you need to go potty?” I ask.
“No, I dus gonna washt you.”
Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
The lack of dignity in the actual act of childbirth is good training for the years to come.
Amen and amen.
Yes.
And who cares about one little observer. I’m just happy to not have three people talking to me at once.