Sally's POV
After we finish breakfast, Philip disappears upstairs for his shower while Warren immediately starts his campaign for bath time before his afternoon at school.
"Please, mommy, can I use the big tub? Just for a little while?" His eyes are wide with hope.
"Alright, but let me get cleaned up first," I say, reaching over to mess up his already disheveled hair.
"Yes!" He practically vibrates with excitement on his stool. "Dad, did you hear? She said yes!"
From the sink where he's started the dishes, Karl glances back with that soft smile that always catches me off guard. "I heard, little man."
"Are you looking forward to school today?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," he nods so hard I worry about his neck, "but the bath is way more exciting than school."
"I could handle his bath while you get ready," Karl suggests, and Warren's excitement reaches new heights as he bounces and clasps his little hands together in prayer position.
