Washing Up

Last night was bath night.

First the baby, Alfie goes in. He's learning to splash so I get soaked through.

Then the older two get in. But first Tommy insists on choosing a toy for the bath. Last night he presented me with a huge Tonka recovery truck which I had to talk him out of.

Play food was a good compromise.

"Mummy! Tommy is drinking the bath water"

"Tommy stop it, Alfie might have peed in there"

"But I'm thirsty"

"Fair enough"