When I ask Tyler if he is ready to take a bath, his little hazel eyes light up and he yells, "Yeah! A bath!" and he dashes to the bathroom, shedding shoes and clothing on his way. Bubbles and toys come out, and it's a good time.
Until it's time to wash his hair, which apparantly is the toddler equivalent of waterboarding.
But we found a way around the torture today:
Thank heaven for "waterfalls"