The other day Taye announced that he wanted to take a bath. Which was basically an earth-shattering occurrence, as both boys are going through a bath strike at the moment. So, of course, I agreed and started to head upstairs. Which is when I learned, through ear-piercing shrieks, that what he meant was he wanted to take a
shower, in the
downstairs bathroom. Now, I always thought he'd be like 8 (or 28) before he willingly took a shower, so it was oddly sad for me, another reminder of how fast time has gone.
For the record, there was very little actual showering going on, more of a lingering around the edge of the shower stall, watching the water rain down. But hey, at least he ventured inside. Darius was all for the idea, stripped down and everything, but then realized there was
water in there, so no thanks.
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