As long as I can remember, I have loved my tubbie. A time to strip down into my birthday suit and splish and splash while my parents sing off key songs that I can tell I’m glad I don’t know the lyrics to. But lately, even the tubbie hasn’t been able to contain my desire to show off my moves. I try to escape to my right, but run into this marble wall. I try and crawl out the left, but need to grab on to mom as I slip and slide. But, at least I get some cute photos out of it.
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