Owen cannot stand being dried off when he gets out of the bathtub each night. Last night I had a brilliant idea and it worked like a charm. As I wrapped the hooded towel around him and started drying him off, I said to him, "Owen, we need a dry off song!". He thought for a moment, then started singing his own little ditty. It went a little something like this: "Dry off! Dry off! Dryyyyyy off!" And he was sufficiently distracted while I finished toweling him off.
I love my little parenting successes.
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