On Sunday I gave Leah a bubble bath. I'm not the bubble-bath-givologist that Missy is. (She's like the best bubble-bath-giver ever.) But I'm a good study, so I think I did a good job.
One of the things I did was let Leah suds me up with a big glob of the stuff, so I wound up looking like a rabid dog.
After which I barked at her like a crazy dog. She laughed herself silly.