My grandchildren take to water like ducklings do. They simply love it. A pail, a floatable or a bath tub – these things will do. There is hardly any problem getting the kids into the water. But getting them to have their bath is another story altogether.
The mother has to resort to all threats but in the end, “It’s like throwing water onto yam leaves.” ( A local proverb by the way) They simply drain off. So to get around it, bath time becomes play time! Out comes the rubber ducky, plastic watering can and whatever else that can squirt and spray. So if it is the mother who ends up spectacularly wet then I must say that the bath for the kids have been happily carried out. Then again how clean do you really want the kids to be? Not long after the bath they will be sweaty again.
Back to the floatable. I chanced upon the Disney floatable when I was sending Faris for his swimming lesson at the neighbourhood swimming pool. It was small enough for our roof terrace. And it certainly helps with the bathing issue. After the frolicking, bathing was not a problem. But the water bill did go up a fair bit I think!
Any way some learning seem to take place with the playing so the little investment was quite worth the drain off the pocket. While watching them play I have heard some conversations that attest to the development.
One went like this:
Faris: Delivering fish, delivering fish!
Faris: All the fish are yours
Faris: Asya. What do you say?
Asya: Thank you abang (Big brother)
Another one sounded like this:
Asya: Yook nenek! I carry water (lifting a small pail of water)
Faris: Look nenek. I can carry water higher. I am bigger. I am stronger.
Asya: I am smawyer.
Aha! There are lessons there somewhere. So didn’t I say that my investment is yielding its own dividends?
Or am I an easily pleased grandma? That’s a point worth pondering I think.
Meanwhile I have a pool to fill. So … ta … ta …