The empty bathtub

Oh Mr. Bubble...I thought you'd be
an enticement, but no such luck.
Sorry you're all alone! 

Well there it sits, our sad and lonely bathtub.

Last summer, Amy took lots of baths...almost solely baths, unless there was a time constraint. Even though she'd protest having to get cleaned up at all, she'd end up in the tub and stay there for as long as possible.

And then once school started, it was all showers. Even when I tried to cajole her into taking a bath - if she was having a bit of a hard day, and I knew she had time to take a nice long, relaxing bath – no dice. [The spider she saw in the tub one day didn't help, either.]

The bathtub sits unused. The toys unplayed with. The Mr. Bubble bottle full. It's so sad.

I think my wish to keep her taking baths is mostly due to the fact that no playing with toys in the bathtub = a grown up kid. Reed stopped taking baths a long, long time ago – probably when he was five or so? Sigh.

I guess this is the way it's supposed to go. No more little kids playing with cups of water or foam alphabet letters. Just grown up kids.