Way to go, Aidan! :)
Which is absolutely dead-on.
This is the first time I've had time to give him a bath in a week. And my wife didn't warn me.
It was a nuclear cataclysm. Squirmy, growling, rolling, lunging... he deliberately created no fewer than 4 tsunamis to coerce me into sitting him up. Then when he was up, the lunging, cackling, and water flinging began. After the bath, more squirming, rolling, and lunging while I was trying to get him dressed, interspersed with fits of screaming because he didn't like the towel on his head.
I felt emotionally scarred after this bath.
My first son was mild-mannered. No warning for this one. Sheesh.
