The other day Z decided he’d had enough of his bathtime.
So he stood up, grabbed my shirt, swung his leg over the side of the tub, used me as leverage, and scrambled out.
Then my dripping nudster proceeded to toddle right out of the bathroom, dripping soapy water as we went. He paused at the door, turned to look at me, clapped and did a little dance, and went on his way.
I grabbed a towel and gave in to the end of bathtime. Seriously, folks, where, in that little (almost 11 month) brain of his, did “I should get out of the bathtub by myself” appear? I just shake my head at the things he decides he should do.