After some intense “wrestling,” the boys conked out on the bed. For some reason Jack was full of it and went absolutely crazy after we gave him a bath. He does not like getting a “tubber” as I like to call it. A treat doesn’t even lure him into the bathroom. And once we get him in the tub he stands there frozen the entire time, scared to death. As soon as he’s able to taste freedom again he starts running up and down the hall like a complete lunatic until I insist that Rob do some serious playing with him. So, naturally, he wore himself right out. What he clearly doesn’t understand is that if he would stop rolling his head in poop, we wouldn’t need to subject him to said baths. Hellooooo.