This afternoon after Isaac had been to the loo, like the good boy he is, he dutifully washed his hands.
About 20 minutes later I stood at the top of the stairs and noticed he was still standing at the sink in the downstairs loo. But now he had the plug in and had filled it with warm water and fetched a few of his Octonauts toys.
“Would you like a bath?” I asked.
“Yeah!” he said, quite enthusiastically and moved operations from the downstairs loo to the upstairs family bathroom. Isn’t it just as well we’re an upstairs family.
The bath was run and in jumped a very happy Isaac, two Captain Barnacles, one Lieutenant Kwazii, a GUP-B and a GUP-D, and they were off for a proper adventure. None of this paddling around in a sink nonsense!
About ten minutes later I noticed that the play had stopped and it was quiet in the bathroom, apart from the gentle lapping of water and the sound of Isaac doing… well something. So I went to investigate.
Isaac is taking a real interest in numbers and letters just now. At nursery he now has to literally sign in by writing his own name. So when I poked my head around the bathroom door I was delighted to see that he had tipped out both tubs of foam letters and was arranging them, by colour, on the tiled wall. That’s my boy! We’ll make an information architect out of him!
I can’t quite decide, though, if the two ducks (one has a knight’s helmet on, by the way) are watching what’s going on or being punished and told to look at the wall.