Shawna woke Gentry this morning, started the shower, and told him to undress and hop in-that he had to hurry to make it to church on time. Then she came into the kitchen and talked for a few minutes to Kevin and me as Kevin ate his third bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
After ten minutes or so, she went back to check on Gentry.
"Bubs!" I heard her exclaim, "What are you doing? Why aren't you in the shower?"
He was sitting naked on the bathroom floor, leaning back resting against the cabinet face.
"I don't have to take a showah," he said.
"Why not?" Shawna asked.
"Because," he replied, clearly exasperated, "I checked my feet and theow cwean."