Tub Time

Bath time.  The daily ritual of which I alone am responsible for.
The reason is because my wife, as the first one home from work, has Savannah to deal with until I get home.  Couple that with her trying to make dinner in the process.
So bath time is her respite.  I get our daughter ready for bed and a story read.
I do like bath time.  My back isn't always cooperative in my advancing years when I crouch down to scrub her up.  But we're working on that.
My parents got her two "Cars" loofah sponges...one of Lighting McQueen and Tow-Mater. 
I was hoping that using these would help her get used to scrubbing herself clean.  It hasn't.
Back to the washcloth.  Same deal.
"It tickles".
Then one day she says this to me:
"I wanna wash myself".
OK then!
She did pretty good the first time, with me doing "QC" work at the end, just to make sure she didn't 'miss' anything.
She's getting better at it...but she can be lazy at times.
Just when I think she's getting the hang of it, she says "Daddy will you wash me?"
Sometimes I wonder if she's coming or going with this Miss Independent stage she's going through.
And I often wonder when it's going to be before she decides to tackle this task entirely by herself.
I won't worry myself by caring.
Because these days will be gone faster than I think.


NEXT WEEK:  Swing easy