After his pre-bed tipple, the Little Man went for a "baf." First, he likes to stand on the scale:
Then, he wants to climb right in with his diaper on. I always have to explain: "first we need to take off that yucky diaper." Not so far as Iain is concerned. He's happy to just splash away and diaper be damned.
Oh, hai. I'm in my baf. Today I confirmed that I know how to say "good mood," "happy," and "purple."
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