Splish, splash
Monday, April 27th, 2009Yesterday afternoon, as Q and I were discussing (debating?) whose turn it was to give Zoe a bath, we heard the sound of a door opening and water running. Startled, we looked up at one another and then rushed to the guest bathroom, where Zoe had turned on the faucet in the tub. (Obviously she had heard the word “bath” and made a beeline for the bathroom.) She was jumping up and down next to the tub and laughing, clearly proud of herself for starting the bath – something she had never done on her own before.
I guess I underestimate the level of Zoe’s comprehension, because I was floored that she did this. (I know she understands basic questions/directions, but it’s not like we asked her to turn on the water. We weren’t, in fact, even talking to her!) I gave her a stern little lecture about the importance of waiting for Mommy and Daddy to turn on the water and get in the bath (I’ve always been spooked by stories of kids drowning in the bathtub), but the truth is: I was pretty proud of her, too.
-M