Rub A Dub Dub, One Girl In A Tub!

Lately, Beth has been rather uncooperative when it comes to bath time.

"I don't wanna bathe!" she would whine. This would be followed by a frown, a pucker, and an assortment of various other facial expressions to demonstrate her dismay at being interrupted in the midst of an exciting activity.

Like reading.

Beth can sit and read for hours. She reads all sorts of books - Chinese ones, English ones, children's encyclopaedias, even Miriam Stoppard's "Conception, Pregnancy and Birth" (she loves the pictures of unborn babies).

Saturday morning was like any other.

Daddy: "Beth, it's time for your bath."

"But I don't wanna bathe!" Beth whined.

"If you don't bathe, you have to stay home while Mummy and Daddy go out."

Beth burst into tears.

"Come here. Mummy wants to talk to you," said Mummy, and opened her arms.

Beth allowed herself to be hugged, while Mummy explained why it was time to bathe and the exciting plans for the afternoon. Beth would be going to Aunty Dee's house and together, they would go to the airport to fetch Xin who was coming home for Christmas!

Xin was Aunty Dee's daughter. She adored Beth and had missed her terribly when she went away to Perth to study.

"I want to pee pee," said Beth when Mummy had finished explaining.

On the way back from the loo, Beth added a dramatic twist to the ongoing tantrum.

"I want to bathe in my blue bathtub!" and she looked ready to cry again.

"But you're too big for your bathtub now. That was for you when you were a baby!" said Mummy.

Then their eyes fell on the huge red tub Mummy used to store the dirty laundry for washing.

"Shall we use this for your bathtub instead?" smiled Mummy.

"Yes!!"

Beth dragged the tub into the living room to show it to Daddy before happily going upstairs with Mummy for the best bathtime ever.

THE END