ever since you were little, i've crawled into the bath with you. i remember our first one so well. you were about the size of a cowboy boot and when i floated you on your back, your eyes got wide and you folded your top lip over your bottom one as if to contain the joy of the sensation you were experiencing. when you were about two years old, you wouldn't want to do anything but lay on top of me. i called you my frog and told you that i was your lilly pad and taught you how to "rrriibbit". nowadays it's pretty crowded in the ol' tub. you insist on having a gajillion toys and you put on your bathing suit and speedo goggles and take flying leaps into the water, not caring a bit about how much you are bruising your mother. you wash my hair and then you ask me all sorts of questions about my boobs. i think we are where we're supposed to be with all of this.
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