When I tried my hand in bathing you since I came home late last month, I was surprised by how much you screamed and cried like a little pig being led to the slaughterhouse! I was wondering if you’ve, of late, come to dislike taking a bath that much, but your mommy told me that you didn’t complain (nay, protest!) that much when she was the one bathing you.
It took me a few tries later, and a demonstration from your mommy before I learned that bathing had to be an extension of playtime in order for you to accept it willingly. The trick was simply to fill a pail with bubbles that you can rub on your tummy or wipe on the bathroom wall. Now, I don’t even have to drag you to the bathroom, I just say “Take a bath?” and you go to the bathroom on your own. So thank God for bubbles. Taking a bath has never been this much fun!
