
The Josh-Alarm often goes off when I'm attempting to get some task done. I come upstairs to find an entire tub of Gracie's too-small clothes unfolded and strewn about the hallway. I also find a boy grinning ear-to-ear, giving excited grunts and bouncing, up and down, beside the tub.

Josh loves to snuggle things up to his face. I watch him pull out a couple more items, snuggle them for a second, and then fling them to the ground.

I sigh and think I'll let him have fun for a while before we start to pick up. As I'm in the bathroom, the Josh-Alarm goes off a second time: "Mom! Joshy just fell in the tub!" I don't hear crying, so I don't run right out. But when I do get there, this grinning boy greets me from inside the tub. "Joshy, you're such a curious man!" Gracie sings.
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