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What happens when you let your kid decide how much bubble bath soap to pour in the bath?



a squeaky clean kid :)

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Anonymous said…
Photo of the day.
oh how i envy the person in the tub !
November 25, 2008 at 6:44 AM
subcontinental.giant said…
HAHAHAHAH... your house is like a sitcom from the Disney Channel!
November 25, 2008 at 8:17 AM
pink dogwood said…
thanks Anrosh

s.g : I think Disney channel is always on and it is slowing seeping into the environment :)
November 25, 2008 at 8:28 AM
bindu said…
:) :) funny! great picture. It's one to save and show your daughter's daughter!
November 25, 2008 at 9:40 AM
pink dogwood said…
yes Bindu - I am saving a ton of stuff for that purpose :)
November 25, 2008 at 9:42 AM
Sylvia K said…
Oh, that is so perfect! Great photo and a lucky youngster! Thanks so much for sharing this one!
November 25, 2008 at 4:39 PM
~mE said…
hehe what fun :))
November 25, 2008 at 10:36 PM
Preeti Shenoy said…
Too good!!!
What fun!Thanks for sharing.
Cheers
preeti
November 26, 2008 at 1:33 AM
pRiyA said…
hahaha...looks like she is inside a cloud.
lucky kid, i wish i were in her place at that moment.
November 26, 2008 at 7:38 AM
pink dogwood said…
This is the girl in that tub in the picture. I know, that was really fun in there. mom said you all are envious of this picture. And pRiyA said that I looked like I was in clouds. Well,that was AWESOME! And I hope mom won't show my kids when I have some.
:)
November 26, 2008 at 3:54 PM
pink dogwood said…
That was my daughter Dia leaving the last comment under my id :)
November 27, 2008 at 6:20 AM
aMus said…
that is so much fun....great photo...
December 1, 2008 at 7:39 PM
ArtPropelled said…
LOL....what a hoot! I love this photograph.
December 11, 2008 at 10:12 AM
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