What do you do when you’ve told your kid to go take a bath several times nad he’s still lounging around in underwear reading a graphic novel about Elizabeth Cady Stanton? Baaaaath time! I mean it this time! In! The ! Bath! Five minutes later it’s all about Cady Stanton again. Oh okay! I see how this is gonna roll!
VOTES FOR WOMEN! I sream belligerently. That got his attention.
BATHS FOR KIDS! I yelled as if directing a protest march right into the tub and yet also into some far distant utopian future. BATHS FOR KIDS!!!!
Moomin cracked up and got in the tub. I felt super happy to have the sort of kid who reads and ignores me. This shows a proper respect for authority!