Last night I went to the shed to get the clothes out of the dryer when K saw her plastic bib hanging up to dry. She squealed and panted excitedly, then grabbed it and tugged until I unhooked it from the hanger. It was time for her bath, and while I was taking her clothes off she made sure she was still holding on to that bib. I thought to myself, "What's the harm in letting her hold it in the bathtub? Seems silly, but there's no good reason not to ..." So, she bathed with the bib clenched tightly in her little fist. She was simply not interested in her bath toys, and she didn't even try to turn on the faucet. At the end of her bath, though, I had to take it away or soak the bed and her clean clothes. I put the bib on her for a few minutes so I could take a picture and then gently took it off, wrung it out, and hung it in the window to dry. And oh.my.goodness. This kid can throw one heck of a fit. I was trying to comfort her while I got her diapered and dressed, but I was laughing so hard and she just kept getting more upset. So I grabbed a bib out of her drawer and put it on her, and immediately she calmed down. Oh dear. She's a drama queen. Just like her mother.
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