“I am waiting,” she crouched with jaw ensconced by tiny fists supported on little elbows pressed into small knees.
Her eyes did not leave the circle of translucence and white suds.
“It will be a while,” her momma said. “How about we go have a snack? I think we still have some cookies left.”
“But I’m waiting,” the toddler admonished, as if the wait itself precluded any other thing from being done … not even the consumption of normally-tantrum-before-dinner-worthy cookies.
Then again, maybe this wait indeed required full attention. After all, it was her terry friends being tumbled, wet, forlorn and all alone, so far away from hug and hand.
For The Daily Post
For Photo and how-to: http://mostlymommyhood.com/2012/11/17/the-friends-get-a-bath/