Bath time woes...

Earlier today Evie asked me if she would have to take a bath tonight. She felt that she really shouldn't have to because she's had to have a bath every night for the past five nights! (Obviously I am a horrible and mean mother for making her do this, and the rest of the cosmos has singled her out for such persecution...) I told her that I wouldn't know until bed time, and it would come down to how dirty she was by the end of the day.

Fast forward to getting home from an evening spent at a party where the kids ate things with their hands and used their clothing for napkins (that's a whole other post), played on a playground where the main objective seemed to be throwing wood chips into each other's hair, playing dodge ball, and just generally running and rolling around on grass, dirt and whatever other ground cover they could find. Add to that an ice cream sandwich and some runny noses from seasonal allergies, and you guessed it. Bath time! Evie promptly dissolved into tears at the unfairness of it all. Lila took a more direct approach to expressing her displeasure and threw water out of the bath and all the way into the hall.

It's so much fun, I'll probably make them have a bath tomorrow night too...