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A stranger in the tub
April 18, 2008 - Betsy Bethel
An unusual conversation took place during our usual morning routine today.
Either we have a ghost living in our bathtub or my daughter's imagination has begun working overtime.
Standing at the tub after I took a shower, Emma stared at the suds around the drain and asked: "Who is that, Mommy?"
"I don't know, who is it?"
"I don't kno-oow," she sing-songed.
A pause as I washed my face.
"Who's that, Mommy?"
"I don't know." I turned around to look in the tub. "Soapy suds?"
"Nooooo." And then, "What's he doing?"
"I don't know." I began to wonder if there was a spider or something in there. I checked, but nope.
A pause while I brushed my teeth.
"What's he doing?" she asked again.
"I don't know, Emma. You tell me."
"Who IS that?"
"Well, I don't know," I said, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Why don't you ask him his name?"
"OK, I will." She leaned over the tub but didn't say a word. Then she exclaimed, "I can't! I can't ask him! I don't hear ... I can't hear him!"
"Oh my!" I said, flummoxed.
"I will ask him really loud!" she said, thinking in her 2-year-old logic that if she can't hear him, he must not be able to hear her (we still do that as adults sometimes, don't we?).
She ran around in a circle and then went back to the tub, leaned over and shouted to the suds, "What's your name?"
Apparently, whoever was in the tub didn't answer. And that was that.
Fickle Emma quickly turned her attention to the Johnson's Baby Wash dispenser on the side of the tub and decided to dispense it all over her hands. Before I could grab a towel to wipe it off, she started licking it off.
Ah, I smiled. Back to life as usual.
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