Yup, you guessed it. Yesterday was bath day. Don't get me wrong, I love baths because it involves my favorite thing on the planet--cookies. But, all day long, Mom kept calling me her little lamb. And if that wasn't bad enough, she kept reciting:
Mary had a little lamb,
His name was Brind'Amour.
Now he's soft and fuzzy,
And not so stinky any more.