Age: 6
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My daughter never liked bath time. If it was up to her, she'd never wash. Sadly for her however, it wasn't up to her.
"Ana, bath time," I told her, walking into her bedroom.
"What?" she asked, mouth open as I entered her room. "мама I don't want bath."
The toy animals she was playing with hung in her small hands and her mouth was set in a frown. I chuckled slightly at her stubbornness.
"Come on Ana, whilst the water's warm," I said, walking over to her.
The small red-head threw her toys on the carpet and stood up.
"No."
"Anastasia..." I warned in a low voice. "Get in the bath or you'll go to bed early."
"What?" Ana cried. "No! No bath time! No bed!"
My daughter's protests were met with my arms as I picked her up.
"Mammy no!" she shouted as I carried her out of her bedroom.
As I carried her towards the bathroom, my daughter's loud screams were all that could be heard echoing around the compound. Honestly, somebody was gonna think I was brutally murdering her the way she was screaming. When we got to the bathroom, I shut the door and placed her down. I stood in front of the door in case she decided to make a run for it, but she seemed to realise she was beaten and began to quiet down. I helped undress her, then lifted her into the bath. I picked up the tub of bath toys and put them in the water beside her.
"Mama, a seahorse!" Ana cried, taking a yellow rubber seahorse from the tub.
I smiled softly at her as I put some shampoo in her ginger hair. I gently scrubbed her scalp clean as she splashed in the bath with her toys. Anastasia was always a bit of a drama queen - throwing a tantrum before she got in the bath - but once she was in, she loved to play with her toys.
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Eventually came the task of getting her out of the bath. Now it was going to be hard to get her out. I took the bath toy gently from her hands and prepared a towel for her.
"Mama I want to stay here," Ana told me, splashing her hand in the water.
"You didn't even want to get in at first," I pointed out with a smile.
"But I like bath now!" Ana protested.
"Come on, stand up sweetie," I told her, pulling the plug from the water.
She pouted but surprisingly actually stood up. I put the towel around her as I noticed her begin to shiver and lifted her out of the bathtub. Placing her on the mat next to the bath, I realised she still had the rubber seahorse clutched in her hands.
"Are you gonna put the seahorse back in the bath?" I asked her.
She nodded her head and threw it in the bath. It made a clunk as it hit the side of the bathtub, then a splash when it fell into the draining water.
"How come seahorses get to stay in the bath?" Ana asked as I began to dry her. "It's not fair!"
"Seahorses live in water," I told her.
"Do they breathe water?" Ana asked, fascinated by my answer.
"They absorb oxygen from the water," I replied.
"How?" Ana asked.
"How about you find Bruce or Tony when you're changed and ask them to explain?" I suggested.
"Okay mama," Ana agreed.
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Short one, but hey, why not
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