I'm sure you've realized by now that I've grown far too long for kitchen sink bathing, so you can forget about scrubbing me alongside your pots and pans. I never understood your obsession with suds anyway. Our noble ancestors bathed twice annually and they seemed healthy enough. Surrender to the subtle charms of my natural infant aroma. I am too big for the sink and too small for the tub; bath time as we know it is over.
Oh, I see. Nice gadget.