What is it about bath time that is so fun?
What do you pretend, in that little head of yours?
Are you in an ocean?
Are you a mermaid?
Are there fishies in your bath that I don't know about?
And drippy locks.
And naked, cushiony, baby bums.
Give me hugs, my clean, fresh, sweet-smelling babies!
This time is so fleeting.
My heart is in my throat.
Please don't grow up.