One of our therapy dolls, the Max doll, needed a bath, or rather, his white onesie did. So I took him home one weekend. I knew my male T wasn't up to the task, much as he CLAIMS he wants to be a good mom. Why he even aspires to that, I have no idea! But me - I got that onesie back to WHITE! And I bagged the attached black furry tail so it didn't get wet or shed. Because a mom washes clothes. That's about the extent of my definition. I guess that's all I ever saw my mom do, and all I ever helped her with. Every Monday. What "nurture"?! Gimme a hand with this laundry! Thanks, sky & all - that actually gave me some insight into my situation!