"Tub" Time

Poor little Tommy is like me in the sense that he may be a little neurotic, but there's usually a method to his madness.

I no longer have to tell Tommy when it's time for a bath, because each night around 7:00, he gathers an arm full of toys, comes to find me, and says (sometimes yells) "tub, tub, tub!"


When he is finished, we have a clean boy, clean cars, clean semis, clean airplanes, and one very wet floor.