From R:
Hey Mama. Can you please give me a bath? I know, I know. It's the third bath of the day, and we haven't even had lunch yet. It's just been a dirty day already, and it's not all my fault. I didn't mean to dirty my diaper quite that bad. How was I supposed to know all that was going to come out and run down my legs? And then ... the grits. Come on Mom. You know better than to let J feed me grits. Bad idea all around. And now, well I guess I am responsible for the dirty face. But what did you expect? You let me go play outside. So yes, I need yet another bath.
