Relegated To Towel Boy
He has begun taking showers all by himself.
For the last two weeks, when asked if he wants a bath or a shower, he has chosen a shower. To me, this is much easier than giving him a bath. Who enjoys squatting over the tub for 15 minutes, pleading to keep the water in the tub while you try to wash their ears? But now I find myself missing the time with him in the tub. The little rubber duckies that he would squeeze sending water all over the walls. The boats he would try to capsize by creating waves that would at times send water all over the floor. Even the bath time crayons, that when done, left the tub looking like a New York city subway car. I will miss all those things but I think what I will miss most will be those few minutes after the bath, when I would take him out of the tub, sit him on my lap, wrap a towel around him and give him the biggest hug of the day.
Now all I have to worry about is whether or not he actually uses soap.
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