A couple of nights ago, I was in the bathroom plucking my eyebrows. Can I just say that I really hate to pluck my eyebrows? It stinkin’ hurts. And no matter how gently I do it, or how many prayers I say, it always causes me to have a sneezing, screaming, eye-watering fit. I’m a weenie.
Okay, I just needed to throw that out there. It really has nothing to do with the story, but I thought I would vocally proclaim my detest for plucking my eyebrows. Maybe I’m not alone?!?
Anyway, it was time for PB’s bath, so I had started the bath water. At the time I thought Ben and PB were playing in his room, so I walked back over to the mirror to continue the torture.
2.73 seconds later, I turned around and saw this:
PB has learned to climb in and out of the tub, and on this particular day, he thought he would rather just climb on in with his clothes on.
All the more reason to never ever pluck my eyebrows again.
Have a blessed Wednesday 🙂
