Battle of the bathtimes

The toddler was finally lured into the lair, and stripped.

"Okie!" I chirped cheerfully, thinking that for THIS time, it was going to be easy. Or as least, easier.

As soon as I poured water over him and shampooed his head, he gave me a grin.

Bad sign.

"Buuubooos!!" He exclaimed. He meant 'bubbles'.

He saw bubbles on the wet floor and promptly went down on all fours, chasing them all around the bathroom. I chased too, not after the bubbles, but after him. My hands ready with liquid soap, we had a merry-go-round in the bathroom - him after his buuubooos and me, after him.

Finally, I got him all soaped. By then, he was on a high. Getting him all soaped means he now had a lot of buuubooos to play with. But now it was my turn to grin. It was time to wash off all those buuubooos....

Know that some shower-heads come with long hoses? Mine's not really long, but long enough....................... to HOSE HIM DOWN. HAHA. So I just happily turned on the tap and SPRAY, SPRAY, SPRAY!!!

BYE BYE BUUUBOOOS!!

He gasps in dismay as all his buuubooos go down the drain. Sometimes he goes all drama and collapses on the floor, crying. But not today. It was my good day.

I wrapped up the forlorn little dude in his towel and carried him up. As I turned towards the door he caught glimpse of my hairbrush....

But that's another story.