Last night Ina enjoyed her last sink bath.
Well, her last sink bath until we buy a tarp to put over the kitchen and living room.
I have tried for months to get Ina to splash in the tub, but anytime I would splash and yell she looked at me like I was being immature.
Well, all that changed when Ina slammed her fist in the water last night. I don't even think she knew what she was doing, but when the result was water splashing up all around her, she was a fan.
A mischievous look spread across her face and instantly she was a baby with one mission - to get all of the water out of the tub.
(I decided to record it about 5 minutes in. I am happy I captured some footage, but wish I would have started earlier.)
She was almost robotic with her movements, stopping only to gauge our reactions to her flooding the kitchen.
Abby came in from watching TV. Dan stopped frying the pork chops. I forgot about the 100 things on my to-do list. We didn't care about wiping it up. We just watched and laughed.
Thank you Ina, I have not laughed that hard in a long time.