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Last night it was time for Farmkid’s bath, and she wanted a popsicle for dessert, and she wanted to have dessert before her bath but she’d just been out in the sprinkler and she was sopping wet and freezing, so she’d have to get dressed before her popsicle, but she didn’t want to risk getting popsicle juice on her pajamas, so one thing led to another and she ended up having her popsicle while in the bathtub, which was the best and most amazing thing.
(I feel like she’s prematurely discovered the joys of the shower beer. These are great popsicles, too– homemade, from fresh strawberries and just a little sugar. I got to have one, it was amazing.)
Anyway.
You see where this is going.
She wanted the same thing tonight. Of course.
Now, she only gets a bath every other night. So it’s not even bath night tonight. But then she only gets her hair washed every other bath night and she’s such a terror about it that sometimes it gets skipped, and in fact, it had gotten skipped the last time, and maybe the time before…
Her mother, briefly exasperated at the prospect of running a whole unnecessary bath, had a sudden idea.
“Okay,” she said sunnily. “You can have a popsicle in the bath! But first you have to let us wash your hair.”
This was a terrible dilemma, and Farmkid was sorely vexed. But in the end the lure of that popsicle was too great to withstand, and now she’s had her hair washed and is singing in the bath and slurping her popsicle.
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Last night it was time for Farmkid’s bath, and she wanted a popsicle for dessert, and she wanted to have dessert before her bath but she’d just been out in the sprinkler and she was sopping wet and freezing, so she’d have to get dressed before her popsicle, but she didn’t want to risk getting popsicle juice on her pajamas, so one thing led to another and she ended up having her popsicle while in the bathtub, which was the best and most amazing thing.
(I feel like she’s prematurely discovered the joys of the shower beer. These are great popsicles, too– homemade, from fresh strawberries and just a little sugar. I got to have one, it was amazing.)
Anyway.
You see where this is going.
She wanted the same thing tonight. Of course.
Now, she only gets a bath every other night. So it’s not even bath night tonight. But then she only gets her hair washed every other bath night and she’s such a terror about it that sometimes it gets skipped, and in fact, it had gotten skipped the last time, and maybe the time before…
Her mother, briefly exasperated at the prospect of running a whole unnecessary bath, had a sudden idea.
“Okay,” she said sunnily. “You can have a popsicle in the bath! But first you have to let us wash your hair.”
This was a terrible dilemma, and Farmkid was sorely vexed. But in the end the lure of that popsicle was too great to withstand, and now she’s had her hair washed and is singing in the bath and slurping her popsicle.
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