Cass still has to take baths in the kitchen sink because we are still using our bathtub as storage. I know. I know.
I know. I know. I know.
A few months ago when I saw that she was going to really enjoy bath time I bought her some bath toys. We started giving her just two or three to play with while we washed her down, but on a whim one night, the same night I apparently lost my mind, I threw her whole collection of toys in the sink during her bath. There were 10 floating rubber toys circling her like a merry-go-round and – I don’t know how to say this serious enough – she went spastic. It truly was the happiest moment of her life. She was watching for the next toy to circle round and she’d pass the toy in her right hand to her left, hold that toy in her mouth, and pick up the next toy with her now empty right hand, throw the toy in her left hand down and pass the right one along. This started happening at a pretty quick pace and she continued in her cycle for a couple minutes then looked at me with rabid bloodshot eyes and hung her head and sobbed. SOBBED.
It was hilarious!
So now we’re back to just 2 or 3 toys.
She doesn’t know the world of water the tub would offer, and for now that’s ok because you should see the kitchen when she’s done with her bath. She puts no small amount of effort into throwing the water around.
Move over, Moses. There’s a new kid in town.