So, Where's Zaphod?
I don't know if you've ever read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but there's a section where the main character finds himself on a spaceship full of absolute morons, the deadwood of society that the competent people felt they would be better off without, so they sent them to "colonize" a new world. The captain of this expedition took baths all day long, literally living and commanding out of a bath tub, and made a crash-landing detour to Earth because he was running low on soap and sent his crew to look for soap mines.
It turns out that, in the book, these are the people who colonized Earth, our predecessors.
(Populating a planet in search for soap mines... stumbling onto two continents in search of a shortcut to India... po-tay-to, po-tah-to.)
What was my point? Donnez-moi une minute - ça me reviendra.
Oh yeah, Margo had her first bath in an actual bathtub, and there was a little gleam in her eye that led me to believe that she could imagine herself living in a bathtub, barking out orders. She loved it.
It took her about a minute to assess the situation. The previous sink-based baths were usually 2 minutes of me washing her and 10 minutes of me trying to minimize her splashing. All of a sudden, the rules changed, and the splashing was allowed. She was finally free to perform her interpretive dance routine that she's been working on for the past 6 months, SplashDance (between you and me, not my taste, but I'm trying to be a supportive parent).
She even had the floating rings and rubber duck.
Loved it. Absolutely loved it. And Donna and I were quite happy too. It provided us with this gem.
- Michel
It turns out that, in the book, these are the people who colonized Earth, our predecessors.
(Populating a planet in search for soap mines... stumbling onto two continents in search of a shortcut to India... po-tay-to, po-tah-to.)
What was my point? Donnez-moi une minute - ça me reviendra.
Oh yeah, Margo had her first bath in an actual bathtub, and there was a little gleam in her eye that led me to believe that she could imagine herself living in a bathtub, barking out orders. She loved it.
It took her about a minute to assess the situation. The previous sink-based baths were usually 2 minutes of me washing her and 10 minutes of me trying to minimize her splashing. All of a sudden, the rules changed, and the splashing was allowed. She was finally free to perform her interpretive dance routine that she's been working on for the past 6 months, SplashDance (between you and me, not my taste, but I'm trying to be a supportive parent).
She even had the floating rings and rubber duck.
Loved it. Absolutely loved it. And Donna and I were quite happy too. It provided us with this gem.
- Michel
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7:44 a.m.OK - now this is definitely my favourite picture of Margo - she looks so pleased & happy! Looking forward to seeing a excerpt of Splashdance too!
10:09 a.m.
OH OH OH OH OH!!!!!
that
is
the
cutest
baby
pic
EVER!!!!!!
11:59 a.m.
adorable!
2:41 p.m.
Oh, the smile tells all eh Margo?
Isn't it fun to splash all you want?and Papa and maman don't get all soaked.
Another plus for Margo.
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