23 – Hot water
Trisha sighed and looked at her youngest son. He, unlike his elder brother, was having fun splashing in the water. Ed, through would admantly refuse to call it fear, while crossing his little arms over a plump chest, hating bathing. While Ed would scream and thrash, Al would sepnd hours if she allowed him, playing with Frog the Rubber Duck or just lying back with a smile on his face. As Al blew bubbles at his mother and Ed looked near tears, Trisha couldn't help but love the both of her boys, however they bathed.
