It didn’t take long for him to decide that cleaning wasn’t the best thing for him to be doing. I mean, it wasn’t his fault that the water hadn’t been turned off. That should have been the first thing that he focused on, and not cleaning the water up with a washcloth. And as I stared at him in the middle of it all, I had to wonder why exactly he hadn’t yelled at me. I mean, I had broken the faucet after trying to use it to climb out of the tub. And it had left a large bump on his head as the metal bonked him.
He had to be extremely angry. It had to be so. I could only guess that he would since if it happened to me that I would be in the same feeling. Of course, I would also have thrown something at him and cried and shouted out at him if he had done the same to me. And I doubted he would have let me just float there in the tub like the horde of duckies that congregated around the tub wall like they were trying to peer over.
I helped one of them do that very thing. And the little ducky went over the side of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. Like the duckies were playing follow the leader, they went over the wall of the tub one at a time.
I looked up to him, as he tried futilely to clean up the mess of a bathroom. “Buh?” I asked him.
He looked down at me and smiled, and it was as warm and gentle and kind as I could ever have asked for. “I love you too buddy. But you are still taking a bath tonight.”
“Gah?”
“Yes, you are still taking a bath tonight. Even if I have to sponge bath you in the sink.”
“Buh.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wasn’t excited to be taking a bath. I mean, I was already in the water already. I have, well had, all my duckies together in a row. What more did he want?
Well, maybe he wanted to start with turning off the water. Now if he could only understand me...
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