Not long ago I bathed my two sons in plastic oval shaped tubs. And at times I sat their chubbiness in sinks. They loved it with splashing giggles. This up above is the perfect tool for raising a nonconformist. Talk about triggering madness bubbled up to spoil.
My lovely sister has registered at the infamous babies R us with a list long enough to shock Rapunzel. This confirms my frugalness and ability to improvise, as many of you parents understand that eighty percent of the things on registries are pointless.
Agree with me, please . . .
I would like to thank the Gerber-Gods for guiding my sister into picking the traditional twenty- dollar tub, with no gadgets, with no foams.
New parents, parents to be, spa dreams cause static, never forget it.