My name is Grace. I'm currently blissfully unaware about what is about to occur.
Here comes Momma and she has a suspicious grin on her face.
Oh, Crap. Not this again.
I'm really modest in my heart and hate it when I am not covered.
Momma says I'll fit right in here in the Middle East. Something about a newborn sized burqa. I'm not really sure, but if it means I can avoid diaper and clothes changes, I'm all for it.
Well, this is a new one.
I've never sat in water before.
At least, not since I've been born.
Daddy washes me in a giant seashell shaped sink. Perhaps I'll burst into "Part of Your World," or "Under the Sea," any moment now.
I really don't mind it though. Warm water, talking, and eventually.....
I'll say this was a satisfactory experience.
And also, I have giant eyes.