The washing of the feet

Sunday when John was taking a bath, I joked that I was going to get in with him.  He laughed, but then I started rolling up my pants legs.  I told him it would be like putting my feet in the pool.  He thought it was the greatest thing ever.  He then made my feet sparkly with the bubbles and would wash them off.  Monday when it was bath time, he told me I would need to get my feet washed again.  It's like going to get a pedicure without actually getting a pedicure.

You can tell how hard he was concentrating in order to get it "just right." :)