Usually my son absolutely loves baths.
The mention of the word bath sends him running to the bathroom, standing on his tip toes, looking over the edge of the tub, trying to get his knee up to climb in.
We have to hold him back while the water runs or keep him busy by letting him throw in the bath toys one by one. Otherwise he would be splashing in fully clothed.
Today started no different. He ran to the tub and threw all of his toys in, went with his daddy to get his towel and wash cloth, and was ready to get in as soon as the tub was filled.
We put him in and he stood in the middle of the tub. Seconds later he started repeating “get out, get out, get out!” He reached over and tried to cling to me to be picked up.
For some reason, today, he just didn’t want to be in that bath! Unfortunately though he really needed a bath, so we quickly did the bare necessities of washing and got him out.
Even though his bath is usually a lot of fun, splashing, and practicing letters and numbers on the wall, my favorite part is after the bath anyway. When I can wrap him up in a big towel, snuggle and rock in the chair in his room, that is really the best part.