Oh it is to laugh.
I plopped him down in his little cotton diaper in the pool, and he immediately let out an indignant squawk, followed by a bit of grousing. I was stunned- this is my little aquatic dragon: he loves the water! What was the problem? I scooped a little up in one of the tiny cups and poured it on him, and he continued his protesting. So I splashed his little hands in it, and suddenly realized-
Holy crap, this water is cold. And he has literally never been in cold water before. Not even luke-warm. No wonder he's objecting!
He did eventually adapt, however, and was happily engaged swishing things back and forth until I removed him due to incipient pruney-ness. Then we just hung out on a towel while I drank cider and chatted with grownups, and he ate grass and played with cups, which made me realize... we need some bath cups.
|Boy stole my hat.|