Sculptor

I was roused from sleep by my husband on Monday morning. There seemed to be frantic activity in Nathan's room and when I heard the tub running....I knew. SOMETHING had been going on in there that required a bath! It didn't take long for Patrick to explain to me that when he went to get Nathan out of bed, he was starkers and had a pile of "boop" in his hand. It had thumbprints all over it, sculpted by the master himself. What more can I say?!