Friday, June 25, 2010


After Corin was in the bath for nearly an hour last night, I tried to convince him it was time to get out by showing him that our fingers were all wrinkly.

"What's frinkly, Apa?" he asked.

I showed him my fingertips and told him that when you've been in the water a long time they get all rough and bunched up.

"Apa frinkly; Corin not frinkly," he decided.

I showed him his hands and how they were wrinkled, too, so we should let the water drain.

But he had another course of action. "I wash off the frinkly for you," and turned the faucet back on to clean his hands of frinkles.

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