Pippin finished dressing Ivy and opened the drain in the bath. How could a two-year old girl have gotten so muddy?
"You be good now," Pippin scolded. "You got us in trouble."
"Sorry," Ivy said, sniffling and staring at her feet.
He hugged her. "It's all right." He'd been responsible for watching her today. It had been stupid of him to lose track of her, knowing the trouble she could find. Merry had found his daughter digging in a mud puddle. He hadn't been too happy about that. Pippin hoped Merry's mood had improved while he'd given Ivy her bath.