Boy Lacer has become obsessed by waterfalls, which is a bit strange as we live nowhere near any and he’s only seen a few every now and then when on holiday in Wales and the last one was ages ago. I think he likes the downness of them, in the same way as he likes lifts because they go down to (as well as up). So consequently as he now likes waterfalls, he likes recreating them in the bath and this is the boy who normally hates baths, with a screaming vengeance. So when I happened to mention that he was having a bath this evening (although not at that point literally about to have one, I was giving him advance warning), he went “ooh bath”, took me by the hand and marched me straight to the bathroom. He insisted on giving the bath a quick rinse down first himself with the shower attachment, then ran the bath himself (with a little bit of monitoring from me to make sure that it was the right temperature) and then with some help to get undressed and into the bath, it was bath time! Lots of ‘waterfalls’ were made courtesy of a watering can and two empty bubble bath bottles. Hair was washed with only a minimum of wimpering and then I let him play for a little longer and . . . he . . . sat . . . down in the bath, I should say that since Boy Lacer has been able to stand in the bath, he has hated baths so much, he has refused to sit down in the bath, so we’ve been washing him basically by hand now for over a year . . . and . . . then . . . he . . . sat . . . down, wow and you know what else? He stayed sitting down.