Other than an understandable curiosity about what might be inside of everything he picks up, and the reasonable conjecture that it might be easier to sort out if he dumped the contents onto the floor, no one would say that our Grand-Strewer, Jao, was a messy kid. Still, it must be admitted that he never met a spray bottle he did not like, nor a dry surface he could not scrub into mud.
He loves to take baths; not so much because he objects to a little mess here and there, but because one would be hard put to find water easier to find than in a tub, nor another place where no one seems to object to spray thick enough to qualify as a a hurricane-force, horizontal, freak storm.
To be honest, he might not like baths so much as he likes a hose with a good pressure nozzle. But short of a hose in the house, which is, so far, outside the scope of his imagination and the terms of our lease, he will settle for a seat in the tub and a refillable spray bottle.
I probably ought not to suggest whom he is aiming at, on my side of the shower door, nor why I am sitting there with a camera, but I, at least, am glad for the glass door, even if not for the peculiarity of the perch I am on.
He loves to take baths; not so much because he objects to a little mess here and there, but because one would be hard put to find water easier to find than in a tub, nor another place where no one seems to object to spray thick enough to qualify as a a hurricane-force, horizontal, freak storm.
To be honest, he might not like baths so much as he likes a hose with a good pressure nozzle. But short of a hose in the house, which is, so far, outside the scope of his imagination and the terms of our lease, he will settle for a seat in the tub and a refillable spray bottle.
I probably ought not to suggest whom he is aiming at, on my side of the shower door, nor why I am sitting there with a camera, but I, at least, am glad for the glass door, even if not for the peculiarity of the perch I am on.
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