Corwin was at soccer practice tonight and came home all sweaty and dirty. So after dinner I told him it was time for a shower. He objected and while I was preparing to get all Fatherly on him, Charles comes up to me and says “Bath!”. Yes, Charles, Mr. Hydrophobe, specifically requested a bath.
I took him up and he was not confused. I got the water going and he was fine with being stripped and put in the bathtub, where he played happily for a good while. He didn’t get his hair washed since he had a bath the day before but he let me soap him up and wash. I left him to play while I watched from the chair in the hallway. The house is actually layed out nicely in this regard — the upstairs hall widens out at the end, enough for a small nook with a bookshelf and a comfy chair. The chair is directly in front of the bathroom, so I can sit comfortably with a laptop while keeping an eye on Charles’ in the bathtub. It’s definitely a step up from the previous house.