October 6, 2012 by CassieCravings
One of my favorite times of the day with Eli is bath time. I enjoy our chats and songs and silly games we play.
There is a dark side to bath time, however. Eli absolutely abhors getting his hair washed. There are normally screams, negotiations and flailing. I definitely dread it.
Tonight as the time for hair washing approached, I said a little prayer and put on my biggest grin. “It’s time to wash my little bear’s hair!” I said with forced excitement. I hope he didn’t noticed the crack in my voice.
Eli sighed, “I t’inks we washes da fish’s hair.” He held up his squeaky fish.
I played along and washed the fish. I showered the fish with compliments for being so still and obedient. I plastered on a grin again and chirped, “Eli’s turn.”
“‘Dat fish still stinky. He washes again.”
“Eli, if you lean back in the water, it won’t touch your eyes. Let me show you.”
“No t’anks, my mama. I no lays down. I busy popping ‘da bubbles in ‘da bath. You sweepy to go night-night. ‘Dat o’tay, Mama. Gets my quack-quack [bath towel]. I get out now.”
His negotiations are getting better every night.