My son
published: 2010-03-25Sometimes, I'll take a bath with him. On these occasions he jumps up and down in excitement and hurries to get his clothes off. "First one in," he shrieks and lands in the tub with his socks on. And then we drift. I sit on my side, and he on his. He plays with his boats and playmobile cannons and murmers stories, while adding all sorts sound effects with his voice. I watch him, absorb the alternating expressions on his little face, the flushed cheeks, his contentment. He is growing up fast and there are days that he frowns and scowls. Why is it I don't say yes everytime he asks if I take a bath with him? When I know that one day he'll shudder at the thought of it. My son.