Dylan,
You used to pull your knees up when I took you out of the bath. I'd hold you in the air for a minute, curled into a ball with your feet crossed, and let some of the wetness drip away before I wrapped you in a hooded towel. Lately, you've been stretching your toes down towards the water as I lift you out, like a bullfrog coming off a lily pad in slow motion, and then trying to splash water around with your toes at the last second.
You're a little harder to manage when you're stretched out a full 32 inches.
Dad
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