Rough night at Rondinelli Manor (where I'm staying). The little man woke up from his afternoon nap en fuego and when we took his temp it was 101.6. We tried to get him in his little ducky bath to cool him down, but he was, understandably, upset and wanted to be held. Mom put in a call to the pediatrician - noting that these things only happen Friday's after 4pm - and I changed into my swim suit so I could get in the tub with him. Then I wasn't sure if he was crying because he was burning up or because my legs were so hairy.
Why is it that it's only on the days you don't shave your legs rhat you end up (semi) naked with a guy?
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