The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter

March 12, 2008

Lately I have been taking a bath at night. It's something I like to do in the winter so that I don't get in bed shivering. So there I am, underneath a mountain of bubbles (Trader Joe's 'Refresh' citrus body wash), waiting for my core temperature to rise when in walks Spenser. Happens every time. He comes up to the tub, looks at me and whines. I don't know if he is whining because he wants me to come to bed, or if he is expressing his sympathy that I have been forced to get wet all over. In any case, he whines, leaves the bathroom, then returns in a few minutes to repeat. And then when I have dried off and left my humid haven for the bedroom, this is the sight which usually greets me. "Mother, we are SO SORRY that you had to take a bath AGAIN!"