No longer will we have to endure baths in the sink that turn into wrestling matches as we try to pin Emmet down long enough to wash his hair.
No longer will we need to cover his cast with one of Eric's socks thus leading to an epidemic of holey, mismatched socks.
And no longer will we have to smell his stinky little foot!
It is amazing how excited I was to give his foot a bath. Except it was really icky as six weeks of dead skin and scabs were washed away. Hannah and I were laughing hysterically because every where Emmett sat he left a pile of discarded skin cells behind. Way Yuck!
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