The other day Benjamin came home from preschool (around 10:40) and wanted to take his bath. Now normally that would be a noble thing for a four-year-old to want to do, seeing that I usually have trouble getting him to do this in the evening. But with Benjamin, I knew something fishy was going on, so I told him, "No, it's not time for a bath right now." A few minutes later I heard the water running in my bathtub.
I knew Benjamin wouldn't buy this, so I took Horton and put him on top of the shower. If Benjamin wanted a bath, fine he could have a bath. But he
was taking it alone, or so I thought. A few seconds later, Benjamin returned from his room with an armload of stuffed animals."No, Benjamin," I said, "you cannot put all those animals in the tub." But Benjamin just stood there not answering me.
"Okay, you can put in one," I relented.
"Okay, Mommy," Benjamin said sweetly.
After running the water, I went to the adjoining room for just a second, leaving Benjamin standing by the tub with his armload of friends.
"Just one, Mommy?" Benjamin called to me and asked.
"Just one, Benjamin," I answered. "A small one."
"Okay, Mommy," came that sweet answer. Then I heard a "plop" as the stuffed animal hit the water.
"Just one, Mommy?" Benjamin asked again.
"Yes, Benjamin, just one," I said again. Then I heard another "plop".
"I said just one, Benjamin."
"Okay, Mommy, just one," said Benjamin.
"Plop."
"Benjamin, no more," I said sternly.
"Okay, Mommy. Just one?"
"Yes," I answered firmly. "Just one."
"Okay, Mommy, just one."
"Plop."
When I came back to the tub, I found it full of stuffed animals...all different sizes, as Benjamin smiled triumphantly, ready to "take his bath".
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