The Kid Who Hated Bubble Baths

Our trip to New York left us all a little tired, worn out and off kilter for a few days. So, I had the brilliant idea to let Cannon play in a bubble bath, hoping it would occupy him for a while so I could catch up on email with the laptop on the bathroom floor while Cason slept.

It turned out to be a slow form of torture as I forgot that my texture-averse son detests bubbles almost as much as he loathes sand. Here are the pictures to prove it. Have you seen a more pitiful face?