Today I had a great bath. I flung bubbles onto the bathroom floor and escaped from the tub ("wet nudist!") to try to attack Mommy with them. I also gouged out little pieces of bar soap and called them "stars." How on earth could Daddy find my hour-long bathtime show exasperating? I should install a webcam in the bathroom so he can watch, but I'm afraid those Dateline predator people will catch on and come after him.
