Sweetest Boy.

While here in California, Jeff and I have been bathing Matthew in the regular bathtub. We usually undress him on the small counter in the bathroom and then one of us jumps into the tub with him. Tonight was no different.

Jeff [Making faces at Matthew]: Hey, Matthew. Hey, buddy.
Sarah [Trying to get Matthew's arm out of the sleeve]: Isn't he the sweetest boy?
Looking at his daddy and squealing with delight, Matthew flings his arm free of the sleeve, hits a cup containing Jeff's toothbrush, and knocks the toothbrush into the toilet.
Jeff: Yes.