The Second Coming

Last night at bath time the tile was drowning and I had finally had enough so Brigham got out of the water. I dried his little point five butt off and then wrapped a huge brown towel around him sending him barefooted on his way to Mother to get dressed for bed. I turn around to attend to Callie Mack and hear rather loudly from the hallway, "Hey look mom! I'm Jesus!"

I give up.