Baby B, being the genius he is, has figured out how to climb on the toilet, reach the sink, and turn on the water. So I often find him here:
Oh, hello water.
Gah! Baby B! Don't put your fingers in there! Where is your mother?!
Baby face, drippy fingers, sleepy eyes. Full package, right here.
At least he washes his hands after he pokes his fingers down the drain...
He likes to pick a sweet spot in the bar soap and dig a little hole. That's how you know where the good soap is.
"Don't talk about my soap holes."