A Boy and His Rarr

The other day we were out digging around in our "garden" (a few pots with herbs in them) and I hear Derek announce "Dirty. Wash it."

So I followed him a few minutes later into the bathroom and found his Rarr (stuffed tiger) soaking wet in the bathroom sink, being massaged with hand soap. 

The rest of the conversation went like this: 

"Dry it." (in went the hand towel)

"Not dry! All wet!" 

"Rarr tubba."

Into the washing machine he went.