I've had a cold for a few days, and Mike wanted to go to the garden. I felt too sick that day, and the weather was way too hot so I refused to go. He decided to go anyway and took Mason with him. On the way home, he called me to ask if I needed anything, and told me that Mason would need a bath when he got home. It was already his bedtime at this point, so I hoped I could postpone it, until I saw him when he came home.
I had to use several buckets of water to get the worst of the dirt off him and out of his hair before I actually filled the bathtub. Then he kept rubbing his dirty hands into his eyes after I had washed his face, and when I soaped up and washed his hands, he started rubbing his soapy hands into his eyes. Ouch! Anyway, he obviously had lots of fun at the garden.
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