In the exact same day, my cord and my plastibell fell off! Big day for a little guy, huh? So that meant I could have a real bath instead of just using the washcloth. I think Daphne was more excited about it than I was, though. My mom pulled out the little tiny bathtub and filled it with nice warm water. It felt so good! I didn't want it to end. And I never cried, which shocked everyone. I liked this experience...and Daphne told me that's a good thing, because my parents will force me to repeat this bath thing pretty often...
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