It seems like Sebastian is a chip off the old maternal block when it comes to the temperature at which he chooses to undertake ablution. When he hops into the shower with me - a rare occurence; in fact, getting him to a bath or shower is rarely his idea - he pipes up with "Boil me like a lobster".
Tuesday night at the YMCA, he is the last child to leave the shower room post-swimming class, as he waits for the water to heat up and up and up.
This morning, he went to join his sister after she had been splashing about for 10+ minutes on her own. He put in a toe daintily (he is taking ballet afterall) and rapidly withdrew it. "It's too cold" he bellowed, and then huddled in front of the electric heater that we added to our unheated bathroom (what Canadian would fail to install heating in their bathroom?) just to stress how chilly the experience was.
Now, he is happily exploring the depths of the bathtub with a submarine named Sophie and has declared that he wants to take a bath every day.
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We hope to pick up the camera today for people missing the visual snapshots of life with our two poppets.
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