So Mommy said I needed a bath today. I don't mind baths so much, really. I used to throw a hissy fit - complete with the hissing, scratching, climbing and crying. But, honestly, I can't keep myself as clean as I would like to anymore and I don't like to be dirty. Also, I kind of like the way warm water feels when Mommy pours it over my achy joints. So bath time is actually going pretty well until HE shows up. That Cheerio does not understand about privacy. Actually, there are very few things that Cheerio does understand.
Cheerio was walking back and forth on the edge of the tub, checking out everything. He wanted to know what was going on, even though he has had a bath before. How does he not understand? I'm knee-deep in water and bubbles because I'm taking a bath. A bath is a private situation. Not a spectator event!
What are you looking at, kid?
That's ok. I'll take care of you once I get dry...