Bathtime
Forget naps, forget tummy time—this is where the magic happens. Grab your rubber ducky, and let’s dive in (not literally, Mum gets nervous when I try that). One time I took a dip in the bidet we've never used. The size was just right for me; stillI prefer the bath, though.
Bubbles
Mum has a whole production for bath time. She starts by running the water and testing it with her elbow like a pro. Meanwhile, I’m sitting, already plotting how much chaos I can create. Then, she adds the bubbles—so many bubbles! It’s like a foam party, but, you know, for babies.
The Toys
I’ve got a whole fleet of bath toys—ducks, boats, and this one squirty fish thing.
My Towel
When the water starts to cool and Mum says, “All done!” I reluctantly let her scoop me up into the fluffiest towel known to baby-kind. She wraps me up like a little burrito and gives me a million kisses while drying me off. Bonus points if I manage to stay still long enough for her to get the diaper on (rare).
