One of the more bizarre habits the boys have is the attempt to have their tongues washed. Normally when I try to wash a face there is some resistance. But once I get started Charles’ primary goal becomes to have his tongue washed as well. He opens his mouth wide and gets that tongue out, desperately trying to connect with the wash cloth. Corwin did this when he was younger, but he’s much more of the grim endurance school now.
Charles also likes washcloths as a drinking mechanism as well. Frequently, given the choice of a sippy cup with some fresh milk or apple juice and an old, wet dish cloth Charles strongly prefers the dish cloth. I generally have to deal with it by forcibly ripping the dish cloth out of his hands and mouth. Right now he’s having a bath and drinking his bath water via a wash cloth. He likes it best if he can dip in the incoming water stream as the tub fills, but if that’s not available then the generic bath water works. Sippy cups just can’t compete with that kind of taste sensation.