
It was tearing up my heart.
I might have cried louder than him. Not really. I didn't actually cry because I was so desperate to get him squeaky clean after three weeks of living in footie pajamas and diapers. I was too busy shouting at the Hubs to "Take pictures!" and "Get me a washcloth!" and "Try and get some video footage!" and "Where's the towel?!?"
...But it still tore me up. Bless his sweet little heart.
Good thing we have some Jack Bauer to cheer us up later. Everybody knows a little "24" always turns a bad bath around.
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