It’s Mother’s Day today, and, in honor of my wife, I thought I’d share a little white lie that has helped us shave off half an hour off our daughter’s nighttime routine. For those who are not familiar with the wee one, she’s a sparkly, mischevious two-and-a-half-year-old who was a duck in a previous life. Or at least that’s what both the missus and I believe, as she loves nothing more than splashing in the bathtub until she resembles a giant raisin.
Yep, that’s her. Heck, she even admits it: we once caught her jumping up and down in a muddy puddle happily yelling, “I’m a duck!”
Saved By The Easter Bunny
So, how do you get a duck out of the bathtub?
Here’s where a desperate parent’s ingenuity shines through. At Easter, we hid…
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