M's favorite toys are his Bert and Ernie Gund dolls. He likes all his Sesame Street Gunds but Bert and Ernie are the clear winners. They are the ones who get carried to bed every night. They are the ones he talks to at nap time and they are the ones dragged around the house by the arms or legs and put on the couch or his chair or wherever he deems appropriate at the moment. Some days, like today, he decides that they need a bath. Since he doesn't have access to the bathtub he substitutes the dogs water dish. It's always interesting to find him dunking Ernie, bottom first, into the dish, giggling away as water drips all over the kitchen floor. It's an entire process which always ends with me wringing out Ernie's bottom end over the sink, trying to get as much water as possible out of him.
What I can't understand is why he insists on putting this particular toy in the dish. He has a perfectly good rubber Ernie toy that's waterproof. Why doesn't the waterproof Ernie want a bath? Why is it always the soak it up like a sponge Ernie who wants a bath. Is this some kind of twisted toddler logic which we, as adults, will never understand? I'm sure he has no idea that he may be damaging his favorite toy. I'm pretty sure that all he sees is the moment and what fun that dripping water is. I think it's kind of like standing in the bath, peeing on his hand (which he does) It's that new sensation or maybe he thinks he's discovered gravity which, lets face it, to his two year old mind would be a whole new concept.
I don't think I'll ever understand his thinking but I do know that when it's quiet and I can't see him....Ernie's probably taking a bath.
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