My son loves "washing his hands." He ends up entirely soaked, diaper and all, but he gets an A for effort.
After lunch, when hummus was slathered in his hair, ("Jus ike Dada mousse!" he explained) I asked him to go into the bathroom and wash his hands while I did post-lunch damage control (by calling the dog in to lick up the mess).
It was quiet in there and I didn't hear the faucet on...moments later I find him elbow deep in the toilet. "Jus ike baf time," he explained.
"Yes," I sighed. "That is exactly where you are going now," I say trying to ignore the "eu du toilette" water dripping off his face.
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