Ahh, bath time. I realize every single day how incredibly vivid my daughter's imagination is (and what part I've had to play in it!). Here is an example of bath time. She has the washcloth on her shoulder. Why? It's her pet snake racker. He talks and when he talks he sounds like a little old Jewish woman - her accent. Then she takes a lid to a container and fills it with soap as she plants it on the top of my head and then takes her Barbie brush and rubs in the soap. The truly entertaining part is the story: "Ok, stay still we gotta do this. (Walking back and forth in the bath tub) put the rickerracker on the head and rub it in." the washcloth falls, she makes this hysterical face with her eyes slightly rolling and she tilts her head and said, "we can't have that" and picks up the washcloth and gently places it back on her shoulder. "that's better".
Mind you all day she has been a tiger, a robot, a mommy, my mommy, a king, and surely a hundred other things. It's been a very exciting world in Lo-land.
Then I interrupt her to tell her its time to get out and when I do, the "snake" is playing on the edge and now she has what I refer to as a "munchkin" voice and she makes the washcloth move up like it's looking at me and she says, "whatcha you doin, lady?"
