When Gooly was a baby, bath time was often filled with bubbles. Pop pop pop!
When he was a little older, he'd bring in loads of toys. "Is this made of wood? Does this work on baderies (batteries)?", he would ask.
Now he asks for his clothes. To be washed in the toilet. Without fail...you will find heaps of wet clothings in the basin or on the floor after he finished his water spree.
And I'd wipe him dry in a towel. I rub his head as he charges his bull-head towards me. It's a struggle, I tell ya.
And I'd say, "Lift your armpits up!"
And he'd say,"No! I want my armpits wet!"
And I'd say, "Turn around!"
And he'd say,"No! I don't want to turn around!"
It's a struggle, I tell ya.
Between wanting to piak his buttock and leaving him wet and cold, a smile, however always manages to creep in.
It's a struggle, I tell ya. Frowning and smiling at the same time.
Finally, when I tell him to get dressed, yup..you guess it. The reply is, "No, I want to be naked!" And he gives the silliest shriek and runs around the room Tarzan style, flapping his arms around, kinda like a chicken.
At 11.30am, he performs his post-bath ritual.
It's a struggle, I tell ya! (But I am smiling.. )