My four year old daughter, Greer, resisted a bit when I told her bath time was over. After I’d scrubbed dirt from her that only a four year old could accumulate, she quietly played with her bath toys. For a good twenty minutes she casually poured water from a plastic toy telephone into a pink Barbie car, back and forth, until I urged her again to get out of the tub.
“Come on Baby Doll.” I said, using the nickname I’d given her the day we brought her home from the hospital.
I helped her from the tub and draped her with a towel warm from the dryer. That was something I began doing for her and my son when I noticed their tiny teeth chattered the instant they stepped from the warm bath water. She hugged the warm towel and pulled it over her head as she spoke, mispronouncing…
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