Dog Party

Dear Preeti,

This evening I was giving you a bath. Usually, this is your dad's time with you but since he's been out of town the past few days I was attempting to keep you clean in his absence. We had finished what is in your opinion the not-so-fun parts (i.e., the parts involving soap, shampoo and water on your head) and you were playing with your toys. For the record, although dad and I have bought you a plethora of bath toys, your current favorites are:

1. an empty applesauce container,
2. an empty yogurt container,
3. a peri bottle.

What can I say, you're a goofy-goof.

You also really like this weird duck-cow hybrid thing that you refer to as rubber duckie (I don't know whether its a duck or a cow - it's black and white and has spots, horns and a bell around its neck. It also has a beak. I *told* you it was weird). You were sitting there, calmly holding it and looking at it when all of a sudden, we had the following conversation:

You: (yelling) "No way, rubber duckie!"
Me: What's rubber duckie doing?
You: Looking for a DOG PARTY (although it sounded like "yookin for dog potty")

I can't even remember the last time we read "Go Dog, Go", so that? Cracked.Me.Up.

Love,

Mom