Rub-a-dub.... dink?

These days I much prefer the good ol' kitchen sink for Tyler's baths instead of bending over the baby tub in the big tub.

Incidentally, Tyler seems to like it better too. 

During one of these recent sink baths, Alan was milling around watching the action and, as usual, talking, talking, talking.

At one point, I thought Alan asked, "Did I have baths in that sink, too?"

So I answered, "yes."

However....

... evidence following that exchange has strongly led me to believe that I actually answered 'yes' to this question:

"Can I have a bath in that sink, too?"

Because a moment later, as I was busy rinsing the soap out of Tyler's hair, I looked over my shoulder to see Alan standing in the kitchen completely naked.

Wearing nothin' but a big ol' grin.

And ready for his bath in the sink.

What could I do?  I had already said 'yes', you know.