Silly bathheads.
Sam and I were dirty, dirty dirtfeets today after a long day of planting, so we took a luxurious candlelit bath with music and oddly enuff, no explosions.
Although Sam did try to conjure the voodoo bath gods…
Fortunately for me, they were busy throwing hurricanes around in some other part of the world and we had a good, sweet, fun, giggly evening to top off our brilliant, dirty day.
I loves my boy. He says the sweetest things, like: ‘Mama, you sure look nice in that pretty dress-you’re so red!’