You might think that I mean to say that he is spoiled because of all of the attention he gets, but I did mean to say boiled. Not that we really boiled him, but he seems to have a spit-up problem. A copiously voluminous spit-up problem. It happened one afternoon, all over Mommy, Whit, the floor, you get the picture. Having lacked the foresight to bring a tubby for Whit, my clever parents used what they had available, that being the lobster pot they had used on the critters the night before, to bathe him. As you can see, he cleaned up pretty well, but I wasn't going to let him have a bath if I didn't get one, I just used the big girl tub instead of the lobster pot.
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