The photo reminds me of when I was little (say 3 to 5 yrs old) and my Dad, 2 older brothers and I, would all be in the tub together for our weekly Saturday night bath. We called it the “dirty shirt club”, and no girls (i.e. Mom) were allowed in the bathroom. At these “secret” club meetings, Dad would make up stories to tell us, while we soaked the dirt off. When our fingers and toes were all wrinkled, it was time to get out.
And because moving pictures are just more fun:
That’s a very cute picture
what is this mother’s obsession with photographing their children in the tub? It seems like every mother I know does this. Why? Blackmail?
okay, that means no more kids. can’t fit them in the tub.
jeff, it’s just that they are sooooooooo cute
Blackmail… hmmmm… now that’s a good idea!
The photo reminds me of when I was little (say 3 to 5 yrs old) and my Dad, 2 older brothers and I, would all be in the tub together for our weekly Saturday night bath. We called it the “dirty shirt club”, and no girls (i.e. Mom) were allowed in the bathroom. At these “secret” club meetings, Dad would make up stories to tell us, while we soaked the dirt off. When our fingers and toes were all wrinkled, it was time to get out.
Dad G.