First, a drink.
He's happy. For the most part, he loves his bath.
Then he gets serious, there is work to be done. Toys to sink, airplanes to fly...
Crazy splashing begins and the bathroom becomes a war zone and a complete wreck. He squeals and screams and makes a racket.
Then, the bad news. I have to dump water all over him to wash the soap off. He hates this part, which I find interesting, because he willingly dunks himself under any chance he gets...in pools, tubs, sinks, you name it. It has to be HIS idea, I guess.
Still mad. Getting madder by the second as I continue to taunt him with my camera.
Oh, it's so rough being two.