"Good morning little Angelos are you ready for your bath?" Maria took the baby in her arms and rubbed his little nose on hers making him grin happily. He'd grown into such a beautiful baby, with his chubby cheeks and big hazel eyes. Maria could only wish that Hebe was still alive to see how much her little boy had grown.
The woman carefully slipped Angelos out of his footie pajamas and carried him to his bath, she lowered the baby in the warm water and he squealed in excitement. He was the only baby Maria knew who liked taking a bath. She took a clean wash cloth and swabbed his skin delicately. On his little back, Maria noticed the strange mark from before, only now it seemed a bit bigger than before.
"What's going on on your back little prince?" Maria spoke to the baby as if he would understand a word she was saying, "are you getting a bad rash or something? Maybe we should ask that old coot Castor to check on you."
