At the watering hole!

Neither of my girls are keen on bathing unless it involves swimsuits and water slides. From the very first night in the hotel in Guatemala, both of them have wiggled, whined, and then wailed about having to take a bath! Sometime around first or second grade we reached a loose agreement that if I let them shower every other day they would stop resisting. Loose agreement I said, because I do still get the "not now' and 'later' even though the outright wailing has (for the most part) ceased. Then last night a RARE request for a 'tubby' popped out of Julia's mouth. It's been a dark and gloomy weekend and she felt like a warm soak, or so she said in her request. Now hair washing is another ball of wax when discussing a bath versus a shower so I popped my head in a couple of times to ask if she was ready for me to help with her hair. With each visit I noticed a certain phenomenon..... the herd on the side of the tub kept GROWING!!!!! I just had to get a picture but she was having no part of a camera in the bathroom while she was in the tub. (Glad the modesty thing is in full force...hope it lasts a decade or so more!!) So I had her crunch up in a ball at one end of the tub, behind the shower curtain, because I thought this was too cute to miss! When she was blown dry and in her P.J.'s she asked to see the picture...guess she didn't trust me! With a big, happy sigh she said, "It looks like my horses are loving the water hole." I couldn't help but think, "I wish you were like your horses!"