Anna sat in the bath last night playing with her Playmobile boat and its little sailor. Man goes into the boat. Man comes out of the boat. Man goes into the boat. Boat sinks.
At one point, the focus switched to a little red lobster who has a wind-up tail at the far end of the tub. She started to crawl but slipped. Both Ange and I moved forward to rescue, but she was back up having only had her mouth go under water. She swallowed the mouthfull of bathwater. She looked up at us as she smiled. And then the look. It seemed to say, "hold on a minute..." And we watched with amusment as a relationship was firmly established in her brain. She had realised that the stuff in the bath was the same stuff in her cup (just, maybe, a little soapy... hopefully only soap...). She laughed and ducked her head down for another swig. She looked around, crawled two paces and look another swig. For the remaining minutes of her bath, not more than a few moments went by before she excitedly slurped up more water. We both had a laugh as she enjoyed the rest of her bath in the largest sippy cup she'd ever seen.
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