And now, Mother, you have introduced me to the newborn baby torture chamber of hell...the bath. I asked my brother and my Nana to document my ordeal for future guilt trips I may play on you.
First, you take off my clothes. I hate this. I try to warn you with my crying. You seem to not get the clue.Then you dunk me in the bath. I know that you tried to get the right warm temparture to keep me happy, but it does not keep me happy. I do not understand why you do this to me.
Mom, I really hate this. I am turning into a lobster. Not from hot water, but because I have sufficiently whipped myself into a frenzy. At this point, I am considering calling CPS on you.
Okay, flip me over. I feel a little better. Maybe it isn't so bad.
Still not too sure about this, it seems better, though.
Ya right, try to distract me. It will work only for a second.