Yesterday both Cuddlebug and I were home sick, him recovering from a night of throwing up and still having an upset stomach, me recovering from a night of wishing I could smash my brains in with a hammer to stop. the. pain. Oh, and throwing up. Migraines suck. Taking migraine medicine too late sucks too. So I suggested to Cuddlebug that he take a warm bath as it might make him feel better (it worked for Bearhug when he was sick last week). When I went in to check on him, I found him sitting in only about 2-3 inches of water. I asked him if he had enough water and his response was, "well, I don't want to waste water and hurt the earth." Ok, I'm all for taking care of the planet, really I am, but when my little boy is afraid to run himself even a half-full bathtub, I think it's gone a little too far. So I assured him that taking a bath is only borrowing the water, and that when he's done it goes down the drain and eventually back to the earth where it belongs. And I ran him some more bathwater.