Too much hygene!

M was heading to the shower last Sunday and suggested that B come along with him for a good rinse-off and a shampoo.

B peered at him with a look of alarm-- you would have thought we'd asked him to cut off his arms and sell them for profit.

"No way! That would make three!???" he mumbled and went back to his legos.

"Wait-- what?! Three what?"

"Three showers this week!"

(*note for those of you who have already picked up the phone to call Social Services: Don't Worry! When he's this dirty we just lock him in the crate with the dog and let her clean him up...)