I was going to write a story to go along with this photo, but I think the photo speaks for itself. Murray does this every single time we bathe Emory. Even after Emory begins to flap his arms and fling water everywhere, Murray remains.
Someday when Emory’s older and he and his friend Jim Brown are going through the Brown family photo album and they stumble upon the family photo staple featuring all three Brown toddlers in a bathtub, Emory can pull this image out in comparison.

I’m not sure if that fantasy makes me laugh or cry. Maybe both.
(Tub courtesy of Jen.)
(Please note: what appears to be soap scum along the rim of our tub is not soap scum at all. It’s actually the outcome of a poor caulk job done by our cheap landlords. That is all.)


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