Damian came home from school (via the Dan Mobile) to find me taking a bath. (Yes, a bath in the middle of the day. I grab my decadence where I can find it.) He was tickled. I usually take showers. He's the bather in the family. He peered into the tub. "Is it nice and warm?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
He dipped his hand in cautiously. "It's hot! You're going to get burned!"
I told him I was in fact not in any danger of a scalding. He seemed to accept this but still stood staring into the water. Then he smiled at me. "Now you know what it's like to be me. And I know what it's like to be Daddy." (Daddy is the Bathmeister of the house. Usually, anyway.)
Then he ran out of the room. "Don't do anything! Don't get out of the bathtub!"
Soon enough he came back. Holding, what else? Two toy frogs. "Now we can play a bathtub froggy game." Just like when he takes a bath, you see.
I played the game with him until my fingers and toes were too pruney for comfort. I wonder what would have happened if I'd asked him to wash my hair? I think he'd have tried. He likes changing places. I kind of do too.
Posted by Tamar at March 7, 2005 11:36 PMMy little guy does too. Lately he's been setting up activity tables for us and telling us what our "choice" is. And asking us to say phrases and then praising us and giving us a pretend treat. Too cute.
He also finds mildly warm water too warm. A sensory thing, I guess.
Posted by: sleeky at March 8, 2005 08:57 PM