Connor weighs about forty pounds. He has weighed forty pounds for at least a year now. He is our small fry. He gets taller, but he never gains weight. He can eat as much as he wants all day long and he never weighs more than forty pounds. I think he must have the highest metabolism in the entire world. (Also the most handsome smile, but I digress...)
Oddly enough, even though the kid only weighs forty pounds, you would never know it at bath time. He has the ability to drown my beautiful, clean, dry bathroom in a matter of minutes. Before bath time our bathroom looks something like this....
After Connor has finished his twenty minutes of bath time, my bathroom looks kind of like this....
Okay, so these pictures may not be exact representations of my bathroom at any point in time. I am not exaggerating, however, when I say that after his bath the place is soaked. Bath time for Connor is a four towel endeavor, one towel for him and three to clean up my bathroom. I have tried several times to catch him doing whatever it is that results in the bathroom being flooded, but I always seem to find him doing something completely innocuous like washing his hair. I suppose that since he is already taking showers some of the time that my bath days with him are numbered. I'll enjoy them while I can, even if it means a little extra clean up on my part.
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