For reasons known only to his own little weirdo brain, Child #1, a previously stalwart opponent of combined bathing with Child #2 has abruptly reversed himself and begun demanding that his sister be deposited into the tub at the same time that he goes through his evening ablutions.
This surprised all and sundry since upon previous entreaties to maximize the efficiency of tub-time, Child #1 looked positively scandalized and began the octave jumping litany which follows any suggestion to which he is not immediately inclined, "No, No, NO, NO, NO!"
Frankly, he is a bit of a prude. Someone gave us* a copy of that classic of the Western Canon, Once Upon a Potty, which we introduced to Child #1 several month ago. He was appalled. When his grandmother read it to him and his eyes got very big, and when the got to the page on which the little boy proudly produces poop, Child #1 covered his eyes and blushed.
Needless to say potty training is proceeding slowly. At least now it's proceeding. Once he figured out that going in the potty chair meant a high probability of candy upon completion he suddenly got a lot more willing. Every kid has his price.
*Or maybe Wife-a-roo bought it? Or maybe pixies left in under a cabbage leaf in the garden? I cannot keep track of the stream of child-related ephemera that sweeps into our house on a weekly basis.
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