When they were little, they got tossed in the tub together. The three of them, just easier than one by one. Two were mine and one was my dad's girlfiend's son. One was five, one three and the other only two. All boys, so I figured it was okay.
It was amusing, I would hear them giggle. They would laugh, they would splash, and make on hell of a mess. There was soap on the wall, bubbles on the floor and toys filled the tub. Who would have thought, matchbox cars in there too?!
When they's finish giggling and splashing, scrubbed down one by one. When it came to their hair, oh, how they hated it!
Three of them sitting there in complete silence, NOT! The little goofs!
There you go--definitely a vignette feel to this--you jump right in, offer sights and sounds and just a few thoughts, and end on a funny and just-right note.
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