When we were kids, Mom would make all of us take a bath every Saturday evening. We never wanted to take that bath--especially in summertime. We'd been playing in the creek, splashing in Grandma's pool, running through the sprinkler and soaking each other with the hose--wasn't that good enough? That weekly bath would cleanse us from the week's wear and tear--readying us for church the following day.
When I was very small, Mom would sing, "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he?" Singing that song was the only way she could get me to cooperate when she shampooed my hair.
This picture reminds me of all the babies I've ever known. I'm sure all babies have bathed in a sink, or a pan of water at one time or another--What splashings, what gigglings, what fun!
Sometimes I miss those days--but not always.
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