This evening as I gave Mo a bath, we overfilled the bathtub, and instead of emptying some of the water from the tub; I let him have a “swimming pool”. I even contemplated giving him a supersoaker water gun to play with but thought better of it, since I didn’t want to get completely soaked, and as it was the likelihood that the floor, bath mats and anything else within splash distance of the tub was going to be covered in water made me think that was probably the dumbest idea I’ve had in a while twice. I felt bad for about a second thinking to myself that I was taking away a whopper of fun, one that would elevate bath time to a whole new level. [I think I might hand him the supersoaker the next time his dad is doing bath time, we’ve got two, they could have a water fight, and I will be far, far, away where water can do no damage to my blow dried tresses.] It made me reminisce about those early baths, when I barely put an inch of water into the tub, and had to hold him up while he splashed. I’m at the point now with Copper, and it just made me smile to think both about the past and the future. I have no doubt that Copper will have his fill of bathtub swimming pools, by then Mo will probably be on a shower only basis. I sincerely hope that he still wants a swimming pool from time to time when he’s the ripe old age of eight!