Jeff just finished giving Biscuit a bath. We went out for dinner and ran a couple of errands, so Biscuit got his bath a good bit later than usual.
He's teething, and for some reason, the bath just wasn't what he wanted. Biscuit cried most of the time through his bath.
As Jeff got him out and dried him off, I overheard this conversation:
Jeff: Biscuit, why were you so upset during your bath?
Biscuit continues to cry.
Jeff: Was it the bubbles? I thought you like bubbles.
Biscuit: Like bubbles, Dad. Bubbles.
Jeff: So it wasn't the bubbles that upset you?
Biscuit: No, Dad. Like bubbles.
Jeff: Are you feeling better now?
Biscuit: Feel better, Dad.
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